Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 48601 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 243(@200wpm)___ 194(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48601 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 243(@200wpm)___ 194(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
I moan, searing my mouth to his and gasping as he kisses me deeply, growling into my lips. His hands slide around me, and the horse dick falls from my hands as they move to his chest. My fingers brush over hard muscles through his shirt, and I moan into his mouth as our bodies press tight together as we grind closer.
He groans, holding me tight, his hand sliding into my hair and tangling there as I lose myself entirely with him. That is, until we hear footsteps coming up the stairs outside my room.
I gasp, jumping away, my face bright red and my lips swollen. Our eyes lock, fire roaring between us as he looks at me like… well, like he’s never looked at me before. Like he wants to eat me alive.
“Ramona, honey!”
My face pales.
It’s my mother.
I whirl, and suddenly, I’m aware of the shitload of freaking sex toys all over my room.
“Help!” I hiss. I half expect him to just laugh and wait for the fireworks to go off when Celia spots me with four dozen rubber dicks, but he leaps into action. He grabs them by the armload, both of us giggling quietly as we throw them into my closet.
“Ramona?”
“In here!” I call to my mom as we throw the last of them into the closet, Jamison slamming the door shut just as my mother walks in.
“Oh! Jamison!” She smiles broadly, her eyes darting between us. “Well you two seem to be getting along!”
“Like two peas in a pod, Celia,” he grins easily.
My mom grins but she rolls her eyes. “Such a charmer, just like your father, aren’t you?”
He chuckles. “I try. What do you think, Ramona?” He grins that cocky smile at me as he turns to let those piercing dark eyes slide over me. “Charming, huh?”
“Not at all,” I frown.
My mother laughs. “Bickering like siblings I see. You know, Ramona, maybe you can set Jamison up with one of your friends?”
“Or several of them?” he adds. I glare at him and he grins.
“Listen, I know it’s a little last minute, but your father and I are going to be taking off tonight for the next two nights.”
I frown. “Really? Why?”
She sighs, shrugging. “You know, all of this wedding planning is just really a lot of work. Bobby just wants us to take some time off together, and I think it’s a lovely idea.”
“Mom, you can’t just—”
She laughs, shaking her head. “Ramona, honey. You’re eighteen, and you’ve got Jamison here to look after you! And Marta, of course.”
She turns to smile at Jamison. “Can I enlist your help with unloading my car, sweetheart?”
“Of course, Celia,” he says with the world’s biggest boy scout grin. He walks past my mom and out of my room, but out in the hallway, he turns and shoots me a downright smoldering look over my mother’s shoulder. And I blush, fiercely as he turns and disappears.
My mom glances at me and smiles.
“So charming,” she mouths.
My scowl deepens and she sighs, smiling.
“Oh, Ramona, you’ll be fine!” She winks at me before she turns and leaves.
No, I won’t be. Because now, I’m going to be home alone for two nights with Jamison Scott.
Jamison Scott, and fifty dildos.
6
Jamison
Dad and Celia take off after dinner, but I’m barely aware of it. All I can think of is was happened with Ramona. All I can think of is the taste of her lips. The soft feel of her tongue on mine. The way her body pressed to mine. The way she moaned. Fuck, I could listen to the sounds of her soft moans all fucking day. Hell, I could come to the sound of her pleasure.
Fuck.
I was struggling before, being here in this house with her. Now, I’m fucked. Because now I’ve had a taste of the forbidden—twice—and I want it all.
…And hey, she didn’t slap me the second time.
After a very, very sleepless night, I roll out of bed and drop to the ground to do a few pushups to start the day like I usually do. I’m hard as a rock, which doesn’t help, thanks to some sort of bull-headed decision of mine last night to not jerk my cock to the thought of her. It felt like giving in. Or maybe it just made me feel pathetic, sitting alone in my room jerking off to the thought of the girl right down the hall. In any case though, that’s definitely one of the reasons for the lack of sleep last night, or the cock-throbbingly hot fever dreams involving her when I did catch some rest.
I roll the pushups right into some planks, and then dumbbell curls, and then a few pull-ups on the bar screwed into the doorway to the bathroom off my room. Panting, my muscles feeling warmed up for the day, I drop into my leather easy chair and pick up my phone to call Ethan.