Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 19583 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 98(@200wpm)___ 78(@250wpm)___ 65(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19583 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 98(@200wpm)___ 78(@250wpm)___ 65(@300wpm)
6
COLLIN
Damn right, it's the Wright spot. And it belongs to me.
I stroke in and out of Danielle like I'm never going to get the opportunity ever again. Truthfully, I'm not sure I will. The last memory of us has to leave a mark, make an impact so she remembers that I'm the one who made her feel this way. Brand her in a way that she’ll always yearn for me and long for my cock.
A knot twists in my gut as I feel the end coming. I can barely wrap my mind around letting this go, but my body betrays me, delivering my climax. I move to pull out of her, but Danielle grips my back to hold me inside of her.
Oh, fuck.
The last pulse of my cock inside of her drains the last of my energy, and I slump beside her on the bed, trying to catch my breath.
"That's the and stuff I was talking about, Collin."
Her fingers running down my chest sends a tremor down to my crotch, making me itch to be inside her again. "Did we make rules about sex?"
"No, but we should," she says with a yawn. "Tomorrow. Tomorrow, we'll make rules that we can follow for the next few days."
I would debate her on the silliness of that, but the sound of her sleeping against me brings a smile to my face. As a teen, I dreamed about kissing her senseless and making love to her in this bedroom. I never thought it would ever happen, but here we are.
I pull her in close, and sleep soon finds me, too.
The bright morning sun wakes me a few hours later, with scents of breakfast wafting into the room. I turn over to see the bed empty, but my clothes are folded neatly at the foot. The pillow beside me still holds Danielle's aroma—soft and tropical. I inhale it deeply and catch a whiff of myself.
A shower is the first order of business, and luckily enough, Danielle left a few linens on top of her dresser for me.
The room holds memories, and after last night, the memories have me in it, inside of her. There’s no way she’ll step inside this room and not think of me. The door pushes open a few moments after I get out of the shower and return to her room. She steps inside and climbs onto the bed beside me.
"Good morning." Her lips are soft as they press against mine, and my cock roars to attention. "Thank you for last night."
"Don't thank me, Jelly Bean. I like taking care of you. It's only right."
She kisses me again and pulls back. "What time does your shop open? Do you still want me to bring my car by? What about our coaching session? I want to help you get over whatever you're afraid of."
"Back to this pinball mode of conversation, I see."
She squeals when I embrace her and pull her on top of me. We wrestle a bit until I pin her underneath me, her hair fanning around her beautiful face, the room filling with her giggles. Locking my hands around her wrists above her head, I dip down to steal a kiss.
The warmth of Danielle's kiss is enough to get me even harder and ready to go. There's a hint of maple syrup on her tongue, and she moans under me. I'm more than primed for another round if that's what she wants.
However, the sound of her sister interrupts us. "Eww, guys, enough. You don't have to act like fucking newlyweds. Pancakes are ready. You'd better hurry before Josh scarfs them all down. And, if you're free later, I'm meeting Jake at the bar. It's karaoke night for folks like us whose mothers don't want them messing with the food preparation."
I shift to give Danielle room to maneuver. Turning her head to face the door, she tells Evelyn, "Fine, get out."
Her sister walks away, shutting the door behind her.
"That's my cue, Jelly Bean," I say, swiping a lock of hair behind her ear. "I'm going to open the shop, and you bring that car right in. All right?"
"Yes, Collin. I'm going to bring it directly to you, and then we can—"
"Then you're going to let me take you to lunch and maybe buy cake and other foods for later.”
Danielle's gorgeous hazel eyes widen. "Absolutely not. Mom wouldn’t like that. She’d think you didn’t like what she made last night."
I laugh. "Fine. How about a wreath, then? I want to do something nice for you guys for taking me in. And before you tell me I don't have to, let me. I'd be spending this week alone mostly, and your family's opened their home up to me once again, Jelly Bean. Let me."
We get off the bed, my eyes reluctantly lingering on it. Flashes of last night—the way she responds to me, takes all of me, and comes all over me—make me want to have another go, but I stop myself. There will be a next time. I’ll make sure of it.