Total pages in book: 143
Estimated words: 138287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 691(@200wpm)___ 553(@250wpm)___ 461(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 691(@200wpm)___ 553(@250wpm)___ 461(@300wpm)
The small Polish woman next to Mabel let out a little happy sound, and Connor stood up, peering over at her sheet. She tried to pull it away but he’d already seen. “Ah, fuck.” He sat and crossed his arms over his chest. “I got Agata hot on my heels.” She glared at him and he shook a finger at her. “Sneaky, sneaky. You can’t hide from me. I see you. I see all.”
“N4.”
An excited but choked sound left Connor, and he stood with his sheet, a slow grin stretching at his lips. “Bingo.” The entire table grumbled but Connor held his sheet high, waving it around and he yelled, “Bingo!” He looked down at me and the raw exhilaration on his face was something I would never forget. His thrilled laughter filled the room and, in his signature move of excitement, he bit the tip of his tongue. “Oh my God, I’m the winner!” He leaned across Mabel and crowed, “Eat shit, Agata!”
The small Polish woman threw her marker down and it flew off the table.
I watched Connor run up to the caller, handing him his sheet. Once it was checked, he handed Connor some bills and Connor ran back to the table, grinning. “Well, it’s been fun, ladies, but I gotta jet. We got an early one tomorrow.”
To my absolute surprise, he handed each woman at our small table a hundred dollar bill in exchange for a kiss. Agata flat out refused but he slid her a bill anyway with a victorious grin. Of course, she took it. I quietly noticed he gave two to Mabel before leaning down and throwing his arms around her. “I love you, Mabel.”
She patted his cheek, accepting the onslaught of kisses he bestowed upon her. “You come visit now, you hear?” When I stood to join him, Mabel took my hand in her frail one. “You look after my Connor, sweetheart.”
“I will,” I told her with a mannerly smile.
Connor put his arm around me. “She already does, Mabel. Emmy’s the best.”
We said goodbye to our new friends and when we made it back to my room, Connor stilled at the door. As I kicked off my shoes, I twisted back to look at him. “Come inside.”
But he shook his head. “I can’t.”
My brow knitted. “Why not?”
His answer was simple. “I’m horny. And you’re sore.”
Ah.
I smiled at his thoughtfulness. “Come in. Please?”
Connor came in, closing the door behind him, and when he came to me, rubbing his hands up and down my arms, he mock-sighed. “I know the sex was bomb, baby, but you’re not ready for another fucking. Not yet.”
I rolled my eyes and reached for his belt. “I know that.”
When I managed to undo his belt, he looked down at me, perplexed. “What are you up to, teeny thing?”
“You didn’t let me the other night, and I’ve never done it before, but—” I popped the button on his jeans and lowered the zipper. “—I’d really like to give you a blowjob.” My cheeks flushing with discomfiture, I whispered, “If that’s okay?”
Connor blinked at me a moment before he reached down in a panic, struggling with his jeans. He hopped, trying to pull them off over his shoes and when that didn’t work, I watched him fall to the floor with a thud.
A solid bubble of laughter climbed my throat. “Are you okay?”
By the time he got his jeans off and came to sit on the edge of the bed in his boxer briefs, he was flushed and panting. “Yep.” And then he grinned. “I would very much like for you to blow me now.”
Um, okay. I don’t think I thought this through. I mean, where do I start? I gazed down at his crotch with a frown and, putting a hand to my lips, I made a thoughtful sound before looking up at him with a cringe and a shrug. “Help.”
The expression that crossed Connor’s features was so warm, so tender, that I silently wondered what I had done to warrant it.
His smile was subdued. “Don’t be scared. I’ll guide you. Remember? This is a safe zone. No judgment.”
I nodded and moved to kneel. When I was comfortably settled in the vee of his legs, I reached up to take off my glasses, but Connor stopped me with a swift hand. “Leave ‘em on.” When I turned my questioning gaze on him, he shrugged. “What? They’re hot.”
Whatever did it for him, I guess.
I kept them on.
My fingertips played at the waistband of his boxers and he helped me, lifting himself off the bed so I could pull them down a little, just under his erection. Without prompting, I wrapped my fingers around the solid length, and that was as far as I knew what to do.
“I want you to jerk it for me, baby.” When I did, he put his hand over mine. “It’s okay. You can hold it tighter.” Using his hand, he showed me how he wanted it and when I took over, his lips parted. “Yeah, just like that.” He leaned back, bracing himself on his elbows, closing his eyes. “That’s it. You got it.”