Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 59092 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59092 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
“Night, Dad.”
“Night, buddy.”
The line goes dead leaving me with the realization that I am falling in love with Bex.
How did this happen?
Chapter Eighteen
BEX
Laying in Preston’s bed, naked and glistening with sweat, I curl up next to him trying to catch my breath.
He kisses my forehead, and my skin burns from his lips. “Come home with me for Thanksgiving.”
His words take me by surprise. I roll onto my back to look at him. “I think that counts as dating.”
“I don’t care,” he huffs. “I haven’t been with anyone but you since we met. Most people would consider that dating. Unless you’ve been hooking up with other guys behind my back,” he says the last part with a cocky smirk.
He damn well knows I haven’t been with anyone but him.
“How am I supposed to explain to my dad that I want to ditch him on Thanksgiving to eat with you?”
“Because you’re going to bring him.”
My eyes widen. “Oh. He would… love that.”
“I thought so. I know he’s a big fan of my dad and my uncle. Everyone is coming to my house.”
“Don’t take this the wrong way, but your mom doesn’t seem like the Suzie Homemaker type.”
He laughs. “She’s not. My dad is cooking.”
“Should I be scared?”
“Nah, he’s the best cook I know. He makes this pineapple stuffing that’s so good you have to come just to try it. He only makes it on Thanksgiving.”
“My dad might stroke out if I tell him Alex Parker is cooking turkey dinner for him.”
“So, you’ll come?”
I bite my lip, considering his offer. “I would love to, but I have to ask my dad.”
“All this talk of food is making me hungry.”
I sit up, balancing my weight on my elbow as I look over at Preston. “What do you want to eat? We can go to the cafeteria. Or order a pizza.”
He pinches my nipple between his fingers and smirks. “I want you.”
“You already had me.”
“Not all of you.” He beckons me with his finger. “Get over here. Ride my face. I haven’t tasted your pussy yet today.”
“You’re so romantic.” I get on my knees about to comply with his order, when he grips my hips and pulls me on top of him. He slides down the mattress, far enough that I’m now straddling his face.
“Mmm…” I whisper, using his headboard to steady myself.
He’s going to town on my pussy, licking and sucking until I practically black out from the pleasure. I fist his hair in one hand, weaving my fingers through it. He peeks up at me, his eyes wide as he takes me to the point of ecstasy.
Preston rolls his tongue over my clit and pushes three fingers inside my wetness, spreading me open. The tiny bit of stubble on his chin scratches me, making it even more intense. He laps up my juices, his tongue moving at a rapid pace, tearing a scream from my lips. I come so hard my entire body shakes, and I rock forward.
Preston lifts me up, kissing my clit before he lowers me down his body. He’s hard again, his cock lengthening against my stomach.
“I’m still hungry,” he says. “I can never get enough of you.”
“I hope you never do,” I confess, terrified I’ve said too much.
“Me, too.” He rubs his cock along my slick folds. “Did you start taking your pills yet?”
“Yeah. We should be good.”
He smiles, and then lifts me up just enough for him to push his thick cock in me. “I think it’s safe to say we’re not just friends anymore.”
My eyes close from the instant pinch, which subsides with each thrust of his hips. “No, not anymore. Definitely not friends.”
“I never wanted to be your friend,” he growls.
I press my palms to his chest, riding his cock harder, quickening the pace. “I never wanted to be yours either.”
He licks his lips and makes a hissing sound when he slams back into me, his cock filling me up. I lean forward, and Preston grabs the back of my head. Our lips meet, and when they do, my head spins from the intensity of his kiss. He consumes me, devours me with his tongue.
When I’m with Preston, I forget about rules and my messy past. He makes everything better. One day at a time, he heals all the old wounds. What we have is complicated but so perfect. Right now, he’s mine. And I’m his. If only it could last forever.
After we go another round, we’re both spent and starving—this time for actual food. Dressed in shorts and one of Preston’s hockey shirts, I follow him downstairs. Some of his teammates are in the living room. A few of them turn around when our feet hit the bottom landing.
“Do you two ever do anything other than fuck?” Drake asks, with a cocky smirk.
I look at Preston fighting laughter.