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)
So, here I am, alone in our childhood home feeling guilty for wanting to leave my parents. But, it’s becoming increasingly more difficult to find the privacy to write.
If my brothers found out that I don’t want to be a part of the brewery, I’m certain a family war would erupt. But I’ve tried to force myself to enjoy being there and take on the role they all expect of me. I just don’t enjoy it. Not like they all do. They love it. They want to be there. Hell, even Anya fought her way to be a part of it.
I just don’t get excited like they do. The only thing that thrills me and makes me feel alive is writing.
I toss the bag with my book in it on the bed and sit down at my computer. After I get the document open that I’m writing in, I stare at the cursor blinking on the blank page.
I watched her from afar and my body burned with want. A want that I knew would never be met. She could never feel for me what I feel for her because of the different lives we live. It’s forbidden and that makes it even more exciting. After watching her, burning her sexy beautiful body into my mind, I head home.
Once there, I strip getting right into the shower trying to clear my mind of the thoughts of what I’d like to do to her. The more I think, the more turned on I get. I wrap my hand around my wet dick and begin to pump as my eyes flutter closed. Her eyes are staring into mine as she sinks to her knees. Her warm mouth wraps around my hard cock and I groan out in pleasure.
I pick up the pace, fantasizing about her sucking me off. She takes me to the back of her throat while she moans. Her hand cups my balls as her teeth scrape against me.
“Fuck, yes,” I groan.
I envision her naked body, dripping wet from the shower. I pump my cock faster as I feel my release coming on. It’s always like this when I fantasize about her. The want is so strong that I can’t hold off from coming, especially when I imagine her swallowing me down, taking every last drop I have to give her.
“Fuck, baby, I’m not going to last,” I cry out.
Her eyes lift to mine as she continues to suck my cock like a damn pro. My fingers sink into her wet hair and I shout as my orgasm rips through me.
I open my eyes as my body trembles from the force of my release. The only problem—I’m alone and so is she.
I stop writing and grin.
Could I really let her read any of this? Why the hell not.
Chapter 3
Millie
I head home to my apartment above my shop and flop onto my cozy sofa. I kick my shoes off and grab my phone, ready to read another spicy book. Seriously, there must be something wrong with me.
A notification for a new email catches my attention. It’s from Tripp, and I sit up straighter, and open the email, blinking at the attachment.
My heart pounds in my ears as my nerves race. He sent me a few chapters, and I can’t wait to read it. I settle in, making a quick cup of chamomile tea before I open the document on my phone.
Her laugh is infectious, a melodious sound that cuts through the tension in the air like a balm. And her eyes—God, those eyes—are the kind of blue that could put a sapphire to shame, framed by lashes that seem almost too perfect to be real. She’s got this way of looking at you, like she can see right through all the walls you’ve built up, right into the heart of who you are.
The first time I saw her, I was struck by how effortlessly beautiful she was. Her hair, a cascade of blonde waves, danced in the wind like it had a life of its own. She wore a simple sundress, the kind that clung to her in all the right places, accentuating her curves without being overly revealing. There was a natural grace to her movements, a confidence that was as intoxicating as it was intimidating.
And then there's her smile. It's not just any smile; it's the kind that lights up her whole face, making her eyes sparkle and her cheeks dimple. It's the kind of smile that makes you forget, even if just for a moment, all the reasons you’ve sworn off love. The kind that makes you believe, maybe, just maybe, that this time could be different.
But what really gets me is the way she looks at me. There's no judgment there, no expectation. Just a quiet curiosity, a gentle probing that makes me want to open up, to let her in.