Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 56005 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 280(@200wpm)___ 224(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56005 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 280(@200wpm)___ 224(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
She’s uncontrollable as she rips through me, causing me to shout and flail, thrusting my hips, greedily pulling Tripp closer to me. I’m full on riding his face, and I’m not at all embarrassed about it.
Maybe later I will be, but right now all I can focus on is this out-of-control feeling that’s causing my heart to pump ferociously.
“Tripp, I’m coming,” I shout out, my orgasm not even close to being anywhere near done. I keep riding his tongue, letting him fuck me with his fingers while I spill out a string of curses into the night air.
When my body has finally calmed, I try to catch my breath. I close my eyes as Tripp sits up. I slowly open my eyes to him smiling, staring down at me.
“Now that’s what I call having an orgasm,” he says. And he looks gorgeous. Unlike he’s ever looked before. His hair is a tousled mess from my hands weaving through it. His smile is crooked, and there’s this glint in his eyes, like he’s proud he got me off so good. And let me tell you, it was so fucking good. Best I’ve ever had.
Chapter 14
Tripp
I lay down next to Millie, pulling her against me until her head is resting on my chest. I’m not ready to let go of this moment, not yet. My dick is still hard and I need time to get myself under control which won’t be easy. I have her sweet taste in my mouth, her scent in my nose, and her sounds replaying over and over in my head.
I’ve never in my life wanted someone’s orgasm like I wanted Millie’s. It was as if I was a man possessed and her release was my salvation. Now that I’ve gotten what we both needed so desperately, it’s hard to walk away.
Literally.
I just need a little longer to feel her close to me. A little longer to be wrapped in her scent. A little longer to live in this bubble of just the two of us.
She hasn’t said anything, but her fingers are softly tracing my chest, keeping me turned on. In an effort to distract myself from breaking any rules, I take in her bedroom.
It’s as eclectic as the rest of her apartment, a cozy sanctuary where every detail seems to tell a story. The mismatched nightstands, each with its own unique charm, flank a wrought iron bed that, despite its vintage feel, blends seamlessly with the room's character. One of the nightstands holds a book, ready to be read, a reminder of her love for quiet moments of escape. The queen-sized bed is dressed in a patchwork quilt of jewel tones, each vibrant square adding a burst of color and personality. The bed is decorated with an array of feisty red pillows, creating a space that feels both inviting and thoughtfully curated. The cream-colored walls provide a perfect backdrop for the colorful photos that hang above the bed, each one a quote, possibly from her favorite books, framed and displayed with care. The room feels warm and inviting, with heavy curtains drawn.
The overall vibe is one of warmth and individuality, a reflection of Millie’s unique style and the life she’s created within these walls.
And I want to be a fucking part of it.
Millie lifts her head, her sated eyes connecting with mine. “About Oliver,” she begins.
I press my finger against her lips and force a grin I don’t feel. “You should go out with him, Millie. Of course, you should. This thing we have going, it’s all in fun. There are no feelings or attachments. You’re helping me and I’m helping you. That’s it. You deserve to go out and find someone.”
The words taste like acid coming out. I don’t mean any of them. At least there are feelings, on my end, but I will never make her feel compelled to me. That’s not how relationships work. They shouldn’t happen out of pity or obligation.
If Oliver Moore wants to be with Millie and she wants to be with him, it’s not my place to stand in the way. Just because I’ve felt this attraction toward her for a long time, doesn’t mean she feels the same. I know she doesn’t. How could she after dating my brother?
The thought of Oliver and her being together feels like a knife in my heart—an ache of feeling like I’ve lost something.
Something I never had.
Millie stands up and adjusts her sundress as she clears her throat. “Right, as long as we have that settled.”
Fuck, I thought maybe, just maybe she’d protest. That she would say she’s starting to feel something for me, but I think it’s just the hopeless romantic I so desperately want to be. Like the hero of my book.
Just as she opens the bedroom door—her not-so-subtle way of kicking me out—an idea springs to my mind.