Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 106538 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 533(@200wpm)___ 426(@250wpm)___ 355(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106538 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 533(@200wpm)___ 426(@250wpm)___ 355(@300wpm)
“Kind of,” she murmurs.
“Or this?” My fingers ghost down her neck.
“Kind of,” she whispers before wetting her lips.
I slide my hand down her arm to her waist and pause for a second, taking another glance out the back window just as Lola licks her fingers before opening the door to the shed. Then I snake my hand up the inside of Maren’s T-shirt, teasing the skin along her ribs until I reach her bra.
Again, I pause.
She doesn’t move, doesn’t blink.
I cup her breast over her bra, and my heart channels all the blood in my body straight to my dick. My thumb traces the outline of her hard nipple beneath the thin material. “Like this?” I whisper.
Her eyelids blink heavily. “Yes.”
This is nice. Too nice.
I’m out of my mind in the best possible way.
I pull my hand from her shirt and turn, scratching my head a half dozen times while cringing. “Nope. No, no, no. I’m torturing myself. This is a bad idea. Or a good idea at the worst time. What am I doing?” I take several steps away from Maren and then pivot back toward her. “I’m sorry.” I exhale a harsh breath and lace my fingers behind my head.
A slow smile blooms along her face. “Ozzy, I like our slow dance. I hate it, too, but mostly I like it. I feel like you’ve blindfolded me and tied me up. And every time we see each other, you feed me a morsel of something irresistible, leaving me a little satisfied but always wanting more.”
I blurt my confession. “I haven’t had sex in over two years.”
Real smooth. Idiot!
Maren lifts her eyebrows. “I’m . . .” She purses her lips and slowly shakes her head. “Well, I’m not surprised. But it’s pretty much how I’m sure you remember. All the parts connect like they did two years ago.”
I laugh, arms flopping to my sides. “That’s, uh, good to hear. Are there no new trends I should know about?”
She keeps a straight face—all business. “It’s still the preferred method of procreation and recreation. It’s still good.” She lights up. “I recommend it.”
“But are you good at it?”
“I’m the best you’ve never had,” she says with a sexy confidence.
I rest a hand on my hip and drop my head with a laugh. “I don’t doubt that.”
“Ozzy?”
When I lift my gaze, her expression softens. It’s honest and genuine.
“I don’t expect anything from you. Lola is and should be your priority. Every second I get to steal is bliss, but it’s just extra in my life. I don’t need you like she does. So if I’ve ever made you feel bad about not calling or texting, please forgive me.”
“Don’t do that. Don’t feel bad for me. Don’t settle for anything less than being with someone who makes you feel special and needed. I think you’re very special. And maybe I’m the one who needs you. Have you considered that?”
Her lips part, and she begins to say something but stops. Instead, she steps in front of me and takes my hand, sliding it back up her shirt.
I grin.
She does too. Then she lifts onto her toes. I meet her halfway and press my lips to hers in a slow kiss, slipping my hand into the cup of her bra, eliciting a soft moan. She jumps away from me, quickly fixing her bra.
In the next breath, a guy strolls into the kitchen. Maren either has Spidey sense, or she heard a floor creak that I did not.
He smiles before yawning, covering his mouth with a fist.
Maren clears her throat. “Hey, Will, this is Ozzy. Ozzy, Will. He owns the house.”
“Nice to meet you,” I say.
He fills a water bottle from the fridge spigot. “You too. Are you the mechanic?”
“Are there others?” I tuck my hands in my front pockets, discreetly adjusting my dying erection. “I’m the mechanic. Is there a chef? A teacher? A doctor?”
“There’s a Professor Gray Balls—”
“William, shut it,” Maren says.
“No others. You’re the only one willing to put up with her. I don’t know if I should say congratulations or condolences.” He meets Maren’s scowl and offers her a smirk. “I’ll just say good luck, buddy.”
I laugh, and it earns me a scowl, too, so I jab my thumb over my shoulder. “I should check on Lola.”
“Wait, are you the period guy?” Will narrows his eyes.
“We definitely should check on Lola,” Maren says, grabbing my arms and trying to turn and push me toward the door.
“Bathroom attendant, but I get what you’re asking. Yes, I’m him,” I say to Will while submitting to Maren’s forceful attempt to escort me from the kitchen.
“You’ve told your roommates about me,” I say as she shuts the back door behind us. “I’m flattered. Good ears, by the way. I didn’t hear him coming down the stairs.”
Maren faces me when we reach the shed. “I’ve caught all of my roommates in much more compromising positions. Part of me wanted him to see us because I don’t think they believe me when I say a guy is interested in me. I jumped away so you wouldn’t feel embarrassed meeting Will with your hand up my shirt and your tongue in my mouth.”