Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 27906 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27906 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
“Come for me, Imzadi,” Nae breathlessly begs, lower lips doing the same. “Make me yours.”
One additional clumsy thrust is all I complete before my cock succumbs to her request.
Dark, animalistic groans are expelled against her ear as short, scorching splashes join the orgasmic waves overflowing from us both, erasing whatever parts of pretend that still lingered.
This relationship is now real.
We are now real.
And this real is the type I want to last forever.
Chapter 6
Janae
“You’re very bendy,” J.T. praises against my lips, tongue stealing a taste of mine afterward.
“I am,” I warmly giggle in return.
“Like a sexy, female Stretch Armstrong.”
“I’ve never been called that before,” leaves me on another round of laughs.
And that’s something this guy constantly has me doing.
Both intentionally and unintentionally.
Starfleet Wrestling with pillows we’re pretending are alien races?
Intentional.
Scrambling to not let room service see his dick through the split in his towel?
Unintentional.
Regardless, I’ve never smiled this much in my life.
For free anyway.
“Or like a gorgeous Gumby,” he continues to praise from his position on top of me.
“What is that? Candy?”
“You don’t know who Gumby is?!” Outrage precedes a kiss being pressed against my neck. “How do you not know who Gumby is?!”
An innocent shrug is all he’s given.
“He was a childhood hero almost more important than Kirk, Spock, Batman, and Nightwing.”
“So, he was a superhero?”
“He was a symbol,” the male now brushing his mouth against my collarbone informs.
“Like Prince?”
“Prince changed his name to a symbol.” My arms are gently pinned above my head. “Huge difference.”
“Something definitely is,” I playfully poke on a rocking of my hips.
Redness coats his cheeks, showing me a sight I would love to see every morning.
And night.
And really anytime of the day possible.
He’s extra cute when he’s blushing.
I get why Bryn enjoys doing it.
I also love that I’m the only one who gets to kiss it away.
“You know what else is huge?” He teasingly challenges as his fingers languorously slide down the length of my arms to feather the tops of my tits. “My toy collection.”
There’s no stopping my head from tilting to one side. “Why do I feel like it’s not the type that requires special cleaning?”
“Technically they do,” chortles J.T. prior to winding his mouth around one of my nipples for a small suck. “Classic toys are no different than classic cars.” He steals a taste from the opposite side. “They’re expensive to acquire and expensive to keep.”
Moaning fuses itself into my question, “What is something you never expected to add to your collection?”
“My vintage She-Ra: Princess of Power.” His tongue’s attention begins to lower. “She was one of the first ever sold with the receipts to prove it.”
“Wow,” breathlessly escapes from both being impressed and turned on.
“I’ve spent a lot of my adult years collecting shit I couldn’t afford as a kid.” Our stares drift to meet one another’s. “Eating things, I could’ve never afforded to even look at it.”
The subject of food causes me to unconsciously shift underneath him.
Nervously clutch at the fabric of the pillow near my fingertips.
“Doing things, I swore were only possible if we won the lottery.”
Soft snickers from me shift his mouth back to my skin.
Precede him dropping a peck on top of a random mole.
Presenting another with similar praise two seconds later.
We have yet to leave the room since we got here yesterday.
Rather than attending any of the other activities that were available, we’ve spent the last twenty-four hours banging, eating room service, binging old Star Trek movies, and arguing about the best characters until we’re wound up all over again for more banging.
Rinse and repeat.
Like rehearsal the day before a league rival game.
The only allowed disruptions were when his security guard dropped off his cell – which he hasn’t checked since – and when our themed food arrived.
It’s like we’ve been trapped in our own little universe.
I love it.
And I would love it even more if I knew that this was more than just a fling.
More than just the once in a star date entry I’m pretty sure it is.
All of a sudden, he redirects his bright-eyed gaze to me, “You know what else I’ve never done?”
“Hm?”
“Banged without a rubber.”
His confession causes the corner of my lip to curl upward. “Me either.”
Relief unmistakenly bursts through his expression.
Yeah, we probably should’ve covered this topic much sooner, but what can I say?
We were so caught up that it just…sort of…beamed elsewhere from our minds.
“You wanna know what else I’ve never done?” I sweetly precede, prepared to offer him additional reassurance. “Had an STD.”
His slender shoulders slink just the slightest to indicate gratitude. “Me either.”
“I’ve also never missed one of my birth control shots.”
“And I’ve never had an accidental pregnancy scare.”
“Doubt you’re about to start now.”
A small, amused grunt graces our ears.
“But…” the tone transitions to one of curiosity, “do you want kids someday?”
“Definitely,” he discloses without hesitation. “You?”