Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 52072 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 260(@200wpm)___ 208(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52072 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 260(@200wpm)___ 208(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
“Hurry.” My hand finds her ass, squeezing it tightly, more than ready to see more of my marks coating her body.
“Okay.” Breathless and beautiful, and I’m going to have all of her to myself very fucking soon.
16
SHAE
Ibeat Luke home. He got waylaid by a phone call, and I waved to him on my way out. I saw the gruff look on his face, the tense set of his firm jaw, teeth mashing into one another enough to wear down his back molars. It gave me time to calm down about Marissa and her incessant comments. This time, it wasn’t what she said; it was how she said it. The scars on my stomach weren’t anything I’d been worried about; they were part of my journey. I wouldn’t allow it to try and take the confidence away I’ve worked so hard to restore.
I guess you can add the scars to the stretch marks you have on your sides.
Those were the words she spit like venom. I’d been bigger in my twenties. Life happens. Partying, hanging out with women who tore you down instead of lifting you up, a lot like Marissa, will have you turning into a person you don’t recognize. My family didn’t say anything, choosing to love me through my ups and downs. The day I hit thirty was my wake-up call. My health became a priority, saving money even more so, and everything else fell into place.
I have stretch marks; so do more than half the women and men on this planet. Luke hasn’t seemed to mind them any time he’s seen me naked, in or out of bed, in the shower or walking around the bedroom. In fact, he can barely keep his hands to himself. I drop my bag on the table, step out of my shoes, and decide to greet Luke completely naked. Marissa might have had the last word today, but I’m with the man she can’t have. I could kick Lennie’s ass, making me wait, you know, if she weren’t pregnant and asking me to gather as much evidence as possible before taking it to Luke and Doctor Gallo.
I strip out of my clothes, dropping them in a trail with each step I take. My shirt is the first thing to leave my body. Another few steps, and I drop a sock, then do the same with the other. Bending over without an ounce of pain makes this so much easier. I’m nearly to the kitchen when another idea forms. I shimmy out of my sports bra. My breasts jiggle with the movement, and my nipples tighten at the thought of Luke coming up without knowing what’s coming. The whir of the elevator spurs me into action. I drop my joggers and panties to the ground, kicking them out of the way so I don’t fall flat on my face. That would totally be a buzz kill and ruin the whole vibe I’m going for.
The elevator dings at the exact time I lay myself over the cold quartz marble countertops. The contrast is intense. My body is thrumming with desire, a burning inferno on the inside but cool on the outside, especially along my pebbled nipples. I spread my legs, tip my hips upward, and hold still all without looking over my shoulder. A real bummer because I’d love nothing more than to see Luke’s facial expression.
“Holy mother of fucking god, baby girl. Goddamn.” The strain in his voice is palpable. I remain still. It’s killing me on the inside, but I know the added effect it will have on him. I hear his bag drop to the floor, what I’m assuming are shoes make a thudding noise, and when the ripping of fabric grabs my attention, I can’t hold back from looking over my shoulder.
I’m unprepared. I mean, sure, I’ve seen Luke naked the past couple of weeks, but seeing him unable to control himself after finding me bent over and displayed like this, it’s a different side of him. It’s raw, it’s real, it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life, and it’s all for me. There’s a flourish of activity, tie leaving his neck, shirt fluttering to the floor, all that’s left is his belt, slacks, and the tight black boxer briefs I watched him slide up his firm and muscular thighs this morning.
“Luke.” I start to slide my feet together when the ache becomes unbearable. I need him, any part of him I can have, and I need it with a desperation I’ve never felt before.
“Don’t.” His gruff voice slides along my skin like he’s whispering in my ear. Luke is still too far away for my liking. He undoes the buckle, metal clinking, the leather sliding through each belt loop. He wraps it around his hand and takes another step before letting it unravel and meet the rest of our clothes that are abandoned on the ground.