Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 52975 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 265(@200wpm)___ 212(@250wpm)___ 177(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52975 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 265(@200wpm)___ 212(@250wpm)___ 177(@300wpm)
“Dick is going to make us so wet. Absolutely soaked.” Stormi pulls her skirt up farther, revealing her bare pussy.
I’m imagining myself sliding my hand down the front of Lainey’s sleep shorts. She gasps as I stroke the soft curls between her thighs, telling her how much I love her sweet pussy.
“Oh God. This storm swell is like nothing I’ve ever seen.” Stormi spreads her pussy lips to display her enormous clit.
I look down at the counter, envisioning Lainey flipping onto her back. I unbutton her sleep shirt and she tries to cover herself, but I hold her wrists above her head and suck on her nipples. Her moans make my dick throb, my balls aching with the need to feel her pussy clenching around me.
“Yes, Dick!” Stormi cries. “Give me a good pounding. I’m so wet and ready.”
Though I can hear her, my mind is elsewhere. I’m sliding Lainey’s sleep shorts off. I get on my knees, spreading her thighs apart. When I use the head of my cock to stroke up and down her slit, she moans my name, her soaked pussy begging to be fucked.
I thrust myself all the way in and she cries out, burying her nails in my shoulders.
“Yes! Give it to me, Dick!”
It’s Lainey’s voice I’m imagining, saying my name and rocking her hips up to take me deeper. Her cheeks are flushed and her expression is pure bliss.
I get the tissues positioned just in time, coming hard. I exhale heavily, glancing at my reflection in the mirror.
Fucking hell. The same brown eyes I’m used to are looking back at me. The two days’ worth of dark stubble I was expecting. Hair messed up, a couple pieces falling onto my forehead.
But this isn’t the man I thought I was. It’s someone different. A man who just beat off while thinking about sweet Delaney Morris.
She was the girl who bedazzled her hula hoop and begged Eric and me to time her as she spun it around her hips in their backyard. The girl who ran lemonade stands to raise money for the animal shelter. The girl who begged me to take her to her senior prom seven years ago, tears shining in her eyes.
But now she’s someone else to me. Someone more. She’s the woman I’m...
I shake my head and look up at the ceiling. I’m done lying to myself. I’m not just attracted to her. It’s more.
I want Lainey. All to myself. I don’t want Shane to touch her ever again.
What the fuck? How much of a dumbass am I that masturbating to Stormi, the meateorologist, is what it took for me to figure this out?
Carter and Leo have been trying to tell me this for a while now. Carter’s been beating me over the head with it, actually.
I don’t know what the hell I’m going to do. This complicates everything.
I used to be someone Lainey wanted, but did I miss my chance with her? And, more importantly, can I be the man she needs? Can I commit myself to her, and only her, forever?
I’d never give her less than everything. She means too much to me.
Fuck. I hate having to tell Carter he was right.
Chapter Ten
Lainey
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It’s day eight of the Great Bash Freeze-Out. And for a person who has a really hard time being mean to anyone, I’m doing pretty damn well.
I ambivalently sailed past the savory-smelling platter of freshly cooked bacon in the kitchen yesterday morning, my stomach begging me to give in. But no. Bash isn’t winning me over with a delicious homemade breakfast. Those cinnamon rolls looked incredible, though. He probably had to throw them away since he’s eating healthy to prepare for camp starting in two weeks.
When he texts asking if we can talk, I tell him I’m busy. I was at Mara’s from after work Friday night until Sunday afternoon when I had to come back to Bash’s to work on my lectures for Professor Carr’s classes. I went straight to my room and only came out to make a sandwich in the evening.
The craziest part is that I’m not even really mad at him anymore. I’m avoiding him because I’m not in a good place emotionally to talk to him.
I’ve been thinking about the things he asked me to consider. I only dated one guy before Shane, and that was a six-month college relationship that fizzled when he graduated. But even without much experience, I know Shane is definitely not head over heels in love with me. He’s never called me beautiful or sexy.
Shane has been more of a comfortable presence in my life the past couple of years. We don’t have a lot of sex, but when we do, it’s...good for him every time and good enough for me, maybe half the time.
I wanted Shane to want to see me last weekend. But when I told him Mara and Suki invited me to have a sleepover, he wasn’t disappointed. He said he had work to do and we could see each other another time.