Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 57897 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57897 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
If I was going to do this, I wanted it to be perfect. I wanted to look good while doing it too. When I came over, I had the full war paint on, and I was aware enough that after a vigorous session like we had, plus sleeping, my makeup could probably use a touch-up. Or a complete overhaul.
But getting out of the bed meant not being in the bed, and I really liked it there. I didn’t want to slip out of it and not be within arm’s reach of his incredible chest muscles or well-defined arms. They made me feel small and safe and protected and consequently like I wanted to have my thighs spread and hammered by him until I saw heaven again.
Vanity won in the end. I wanted to look good and not ruin the illusion when he opened his eyes. Slipping out of the bed, I nearly tripped on the clothes piled up by the edge of the bed. Sweeping them out of my way, I padded over to the bathroom and shut the door before I turned on the light.
Whatever thoughts I had about things possibly being fine without a touch-up were gone. I looked like I got wrecked. Which, to be fair, I did.
I spent a few minutes primping myself up and practicing a perfectly innocent face for when his eyes opened and found me sliding my palm over his staff. Somehow, I didn’t think he would mind. I wanted him to think of me as a cute, sexy, mysterious, wizened woman who knew what she wanted and aimed to take it.
Flipping off the light was a mistake. As soon as I opened the door, I realized I had no idea how to get back to the bed without making a damn idiot of myself. So, I shut the door again, flipped on the light, and then slipped out, letting the light from under the door illuminate my way over.
I reached down for my pants and socks, gathering them up in one hand, and then reached for my panties. Only something was wrong. It took a second for it to click, and when it did, my blood went cold, and I dropped the silky green thong to the floor.
I hadn’t worn panties.
If I hadn’t worn panties, then who the hell were those?
Jason had talked briefly about his ex, but he said they broke up before he moved down here. He didn’t mention anyone else he was seeing. As a matter of fact, he made it a pretty heavy point that he had only ever really been with his ex.
So, again, whose underwear was it that was now sitting on the floor of the bedroom, looking like mint dental floss with a fucking white rose above what little bit of the ass it would cover?
I’d been played. That was the answer. It didn’t matter whose underwear it was. He probably couldn’t keep track himself. It was just another in a long line of them, most likely, and the only reason he wasn’t going to add mine was because I hadn’t worn any over.
Hell, I played myself. I let myself believe his good-guy act. I let myself believe that someone like that could actually exist without them being a major player or some kind of raging asshole. Which, at that moment, I would describe as one and the same thing, both fitting descriptions of him.
Part of me wanted to wake him up and confront him with the offending undergarment. But I could feel the tightening in my chest and the anger rising so deep and full that if I did, I would just end up shouting unintelligible swears and stomp away. Plus, there was the unfortunate reality that I was stark naked.
Doing my best not to mumble audibly, I reached for my clothes and began to dress myself, slipping on socks and shoes last. Jason must have been a pretty heavy sleeper because he was still out. Probably slept well, knowing he’d duped yet another girl into bed with him.
I knew he was too good to be true.
It was dark, but I managed to get my clothes on, all but my bra, which I just held on to as I found my keys. Sneaking up the stairs to the main floor of the house, I made my way to the front door and slipped outside without making enough noise for him to wake up.
I got into my car, tears welling up in the corners of my eyes along with the desire to scream curdling in my throat. But I didn’t want to do either. Not yet, at least. Not until I was far enough away from him that I didn’t have to worry about seeing his face again.
I started the car and got out of his cousin’s driveway as fast as I could, only pulling over a mile or so away off the side of the road when I realized I had no idea where I was going. I had gotten there using the GPS last time and was so angry when I left that I didn’t bother to type it in before I got moving. Now, I had to do it out here along this long and dark stretch of highway and just hope I got service long enough for the directions to load.