Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 89978 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89978 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
I cover my face with my hands and contemplate crying. Then I consider waking him up. Finally, I slip on his discarded shirt, turn off the lights, and curl up beside him on the bed.
Hours later, I wake with a tiny gasp, feeling a little disoriented and a lot …
Oh god.
Aroused.
My hips adjust to the calloused hands, spreading my bent knees a little wider. The warm, wet tongue teasing between my legs pulls a tiny gasp from my open mouth. Silky strands of hair tangle with my fingers when I reach for Koen’s head between my legs.
My other hand grips the sheet as he hums. When he crawls up my body, he takes the T-shirt with him, drawing it over my head and tossing it onto the floor. My hands skate along his back, soft skin, and hard muscles to his butt.
He’s naked.
Our gazes meet in the dim streetlight that’s made its way through the gap between the shades.
“Hi,” he whispers with that irresistible smile.
“Hi.” I grin just before he kisses me while lowering his body until his hips are cradled between my legs and the head of his erection slides across my clit. He repeats this over and over while we kiss, his tongue becoming more demanding with each stroke and each tiny lift of my hips off the mattress.
“Is this okay?” he asks in a restrained voice.
I nod, and he fills me.
This is living. Euphoria is my drug of choice.
“God … that feels good.” I close my eyes.
Sex is a basic human instinct. Why do we complicate life?
Good food.
Good friends.
A sunny day.
Mind-blowing sex.
Koen’s lips bend into a smile when he kisses me. My fingers dig into his flesh because I want him to know how much I love this. This is a moment—a really good one. Our bodies search for pleasure, moving together like we were made to do. My lips part with unrestrained moans until I release, drowning in endorphins. Koen quickly follows and collapses on top of me.
“So …” I pant. “So, so good …”
He rolls to his back with a chuckle as we catch our breaths.
After a few minutes, I lean to the side and kiss his chest. “Be right back.”
When I return from the bathroom, Koen sits up, legs hanging over the side of the bed. He pulls me between them and kisses the swell of my breasts while his hands skate up the back of my legs to my butt.
“Wanna do it again?” I ask, teasing the hair around his ears.
“Hell yeah.”
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
LOVE IS COMPLICATED, AS IT SHOULD BE.
Price
The reflection in the mirror is orange. I’m orange. Cheap spray tan orange.
Have I over-juiced on carrots? Is that possible?
I feel pretty good today, so I ignore the orange guy in the mirror, grab a juice, and sit down with my journal. Today’s a little harder for me. I don’t have the emotional capacity to write about her this morning, so I draw a picture instead. When I’m done, I stare at it.
Of course, I drew her.
Moving on …
Yoga. (I’m still flexible as a board.)
More juice.
Sauna.
Shower.
After I’m dressed, there’s a knock at my door.
“Koen,” I say with a hint of shock. “Don’t you have to work?”
“You need a phone. How are we supposed to work out together if you don’t have a phone? And yes, I have to work today, and we should be having this conversation via phone, but you don’t have one, so here I am. What time are we meeting at the gym? And really, why don’t you have a phone?”
“Do you want to come in and have a juice?”
His face sours. “No. I just need a time.”
“You tell me. I’m open. My job is flexible.”
“You said you didn’t have a job besides helping at the store.”
I take a big breath and hold it, cheeks puffed out before releasing it. “True. But I still have work.”
“What work?”
“Where to begin? I make Lego constructions, juice, yoga, sauna, walk, nap, listen to music, journal … I haven’t mastered meditation, but I’m working on it.”
Koen blinks slowly. “You’re a weird guy, Price.”
“And I take it you’ve bedded Scottie.”
His jaw tenses for a second.
Anger? Confusion? A bit of both?
“Why do you say that?”
I shrug. “Because you’re here, which means you feel secure enough in your relationship with her to befriend the other guy.”
“My relationship with her is none of your business.”
I slide my hands into my pockets. “I wasn’t asking for details or clarification, for that matter. It was an observation. That’s all. So what time can you be at the gym?”
Koen eyes me with suspicion, as he should. Not only am I using a medieval term for sex, I’m orange.
“I can be there by seven,” he says.
“Make it eight thirty. I have to work until eight.”
Koen continues to eye me. “You said you were flexible.”
“I usually am. But I work tonight.”