Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76456 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76456 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
“What? No.”
“I don’t need to know how you like to get it,” she said, rolling her eyes at me. “But was he good? He looks like a man who likes to dine at the Y, if you know what I mean. Guys who like that always carry themselves differently, I swear.”
“Vega, I don’t want to talk about that,” I said, shaking my head.
She tried to hide her disappointed sigh. I knew she was looking for that female closeness. She had, after all, shared all her sexual escapades with me.
“I know. I get it. Just know I’m super happy for you, okay? Now hurry up with those pancakes. We have work to get to.”
And so we did.
I just had no idea what I would be walking into is all…
CHAPTER TEN
Cesare
It had been a rough night.
And not just because my cock was throbbing, begging to surge inside of her, to hear those little whimpers and moans of pleasure as I moved inside of her.
But because the fucking pillow smelled like her, reminding me of her sweet skin and hair as she curled into me as she came.
Before the goddamn text came in that ruined it all.
Fucking Dennis.
Missing for days, showing up just in time to be the worst goddamn cockblock in history.
Because I knew that if the text hadn’t come in, forcing Mere to come out of her body and her wants and desires, and focus instead on life shit, things were going to progress with us.
I couldn’t tell you why I wanted that so badly.
It wasn’t like I’d been hard up for a woman.
I never really went very long without one.
But, fuck, I could barely think straight with the need to have her.
It was the first thought when my eyes opened and I heard the murmur of feminine voices coming from the kitchen.
It took a second of focusing to make my cock settle back down again before I got to my feet.
Then there she was.
Looking as sweet as ever in a cream dress, barely able to look at me, or even breathe properly when I moved close.
I was praying Vega would take off to shower.
Then when she did, I lost any control I had over myself.
I meant to talk to her. To explain that I wanted more. That I didn’t care if the situation was messy.
But, well, the urge to taste her, to hear and feel her come again, was too strong to fight.
And as much as I enjoyed the fuck out of that, it was a problem. Because we never got a chance to sort shit out.
Which was why I was planning on heading into La Flora for a little chat. After I went home to shower, change, and then meet up with Dennis at his place.
Gav was in the kitchen when I got in, and I rushed up the stairs without greeting him, stripping, and climbing into the shower, so I could finally take my throbbing cock into my hand and get some relief from the clawing desire that had been with me the entire night before.
I came so hard I swear I damn near blacked out for a moment. That was what that woman did to me. With her pretty face and her old-fashioned dress, with her eccentricities, and her shyness, and her sweetness.
I knew that I should probably be a better man, decide to ignore the desire, not let shit go down with Mere. She deserved better than that.
But I wasn’t that good of a man.
And all I could think about was how to get the shit squared away with Dennis quickly, so I could surprise her at the shop. Maybe lock the door and fuck her in the back room before either of us could think better of it.
“Isn’t it a good thing that Dennis reached out?” Gav asked, making me realize I was scowling as I made my coffee.
“Yeah,” I said, nodding. “Just pissed he took this long to get in touch,” I said. And there was some truth to that. The man had me thinking that there was some giant fucking conspiracy going on or something.
“Yeah, dick move,” Gav agreed, but it was clear that all he was thinking about was the situation getting wrapped up quickly, so he could haul his ass back to the city. “You want me to come today?” he asked, looking for something to do. Anything that wasn’t more shoveling or sitting around staring at the walls of the house.
“If you want,” I said, shrugging. “But we’ll take separate cars,” I added, knowing I wasn’t about to head straight home afterward.
Two hours later, I was pulling up to Dennis’s house once again, finding Gav already parked in the driveway, waiting for me.
We got to the door.
Knocked.
Rang.
But no one came.
“He’s probably in the shower or something,” Gav said, reaching for the door handle, and it turned in his hand, making him turn to shrug at me, silently asking if we went in.