Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 94579 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94579 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
My lids flutter closed as my mouth falls open. One push of his boxers and he’d be all the way inside. So easy, too easy. So good.
“I’m so goddamn close,” he declares, gripping my backside and flipping me with one, singular motion. Like a well-trained wrestler, not missing a beat.
Strong. Stealth.
Bold.
A little too loud, mimicking sex a little too well.
“Keep it down,” I beg breathlessly. “I swear Sterling, you’re going to knock the headboard into the wall.”
“You want me to fake screw you nice and slow, Scarlett? Is that it?”
He’s so dirty, so unfiltered—a contrast to the gentleman he is the rest of the time we’re together.
“Do you always talk like this?” I manage to ask, and when my eyes roll to the back of my head, he sucks on my nipple through my shirt and I almost float off the bed, euphoric.
“Like what?”
“Do you always talk this dirty?”
“Don’t you like it?”
I love it. “Yes.”
It’s erotic and makes me feel sexy. Makes me want to peel my shirt—and everything else—off.
His cock glides up and down the fold between my legs, hitting every nerve along the way. Hitting my clit. Gripping my butt cheeks, pulling me in.
So close, so close…don’t stop, don’t stop.
We’re winded, the telltale signs of two impending orgasms looming, mouths fusing, mattress on the verge of squeaking—banging against his bedroom wall.
So close, don’t stop.
“Sh-shh,” I admonish, not sure if it’s him or me making all the noise.
His mouth latches onto my neck. “I want you so fucking bad it’s making me mental.”
So close, don’t stop.
We don’t, not until we’re done, climaxing at the same time, Rowdy’s face buried in the crook of my neck. The noises he’s making—tortured moans of pleasure I’ve never heard a man make.
Sexy.
Mine.
We lay entwined, fully clothed.
Glowing.
Then…
“We should probably both change our underwear. There is jizz everywhere inside my shorts.”
SATURDAY
Rowdy
We made it to the ship with hours to spare, the gangway a long, winding way up to the atrium deck.
I’m close behind Scarlett, eyes glued to her fantastic backside, admiring the view. The pretty top with tiny holes in it and pair of white shorts she’s wearing don’t stop me from ogling as she takes one long stride after other.
Unfortunately, no sooner do we step onto the threshold of the ship than my dad catches me staring at her ass, pulling me aside by the arm. Gets in close so he doesn’t have to raise his voice, gearing up for a lecture.
Patiently, I let him deliver the speech I know is coming.
Blush a little, too.
“Your mom and I are trusting you this weekend. Please use your best judgment.”
I nod. “I understand.”
“Do you? You’re sharing a room with this girl, whom we’ve never met before this weekend. We have to trust that you’re both going to be responsible.”
“Responsible?” I smirk, crossing my arms. “What do you mean?”
Never good at the sex talks, my dad’s face turns as bright as Scarlett’s when she’s blushing.
“Did you bring…”
I cocked my head to the side. “Did I bring what? Sunblock?”
“You know…”
He cannot not bring himself to say the word protection, or condoms, or birth control. Dad is the reserved one in my parents’ relationship, while my mother is an extrovert. The balance has always been a positive one—except when it comes to shit like this.
Lord help him, he sucks at giving me lectures. Always has.
Has no countenance for it, while Mom would probably be whipping out a diagram and drawing me a picture. Or pulling a strip of condoms out of her purse—the ones with her book logo on them.
“Two sets of nice clothes?”
“Sterling, if you’re being coy with me, I don’t appreciate it.”
“Coy, Dad?” That’s such a Mom word.
“Your mother is the one who wanted me to have this talk with you.”
“What talk? Seriously Dad, I don’t know what you’re getting at.”
That’s when he takes a good look at my face, at my shit-eating grin.
“You little smartass.”
My grin widens. “Hardly little.”
It’s so easy to embarrass my father. “Sterling, enough.”
“Dad, I get it.” I give him a reassuring clap on the back. “Don’t worry, no one wants clones of me running around.”
Last night’s humpfest was as close to being unscrupulous about protection as I’ve ever gotten, and only because Scarlett and I were both wearing underwear.
But my big dick wanted in, and he wanted in deep.
My mother’s voice cuts in to my perverted reminiscing, retracing her steps to find out where my father and I ran off to.
“Come on you two, let’s go!” She hands me one of the ships pre-paid cell phones so we can communicate this weekend. “Dad and I are going to drop these bags off then head to the bar by the pool if you want to meet us up there later?”
“Cool, maybe.” I take Scarlett’s bag, the one hanging from her shoulder, and sling it over mine, carrying them both, resting my palm on the small of her back. “We’ll scope everything out, do a lap or two around the ship, get the lay of the land.”