Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24983 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24983 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
Juniper giggled and wrapped herself around me. I grabbed my cell from the dresser and padded into the bathroom. Once she was sitting on the counter, I asked for the number and dialed it before putting the phone on speaker and setting it next to her. This way, she wouldn’t have to touch the device and risk it dying before she finished her call…and I could listen to the conversation.
“Hello? Who is this?” An irritated voice picked up.
“It’s me, Mom,” Juniper said lightly as she brought her legs up and sat crisscrossed.
“Juniper? What’s going on? Why are you calling me from a strange number?” Her mother paused, then gasped. “Are you calling from James’s cell? You’re still with him?”
I glared at the phone, irritated by the idea of Juniper being with another man, and that her mom seemed to be so excited about it.
“Um…” Juniper glanced at me, seeming unsure, and I nodded encouragingly. “I just wanted to let you know I won’t be home tonight.”
I raised an eyebrow, silently asking her why she wasn’t correcting her mother’s assumption. Juniper winced, and her expression turned pleading. I frowned and crossed my arms over my chest as I leaned my hip against the counter, but I stayed silent.
“You’re spending the night with him?” her mother practically screeched.
Except…she didn’t sound worried that her daughter was spending the night with a stranger. She sounded…elated. What the fuck?
“Well, I’ll see you tomorrow,” Juniper said over her mother’s happy chattering.
I shook my head vehemently, and Juniper hesitated, then added, “Or maybe the day after.” I nodded, and she hung up.
“Want to tell me why you’re letting your mom think you’re with that punk from the restaurant?”
Juniper smiled weakly and put her hand on my arm, her eyes begging for understanding. “I just want a bit of peace, time with you that isn’t stressful from worrying about what my parents think. If it gives me uninterrupted time with you, then I don’t give a flying fig who they think I’m with.”
I moved to stand in front of her and unfolded her legs before standing between them. “I suppose there is logic in there,” I admitted. “Though I don’t like anyone thinking you’re with another man.”
“I know. But it doesn’t matter what other people think. What matters is that we’re really here, now, together.”
“Damn straight,” I grunted. I cupped her cheek with one hand and dove the other into her hair, fisting it so I could tug her head back. Then I crushed my mouth over hers, tangling our tongues, tasting, biting, teasing. Eventually, I glided my hand down from her face to cup one large, round breast. It spilled out of my hand, and the rigid tip scraped over my palm.
I did the same with the opposite hand, and when I gave her tits a gentle squeeze, she moaned into my mouth and arched her back. She was so fucking responsive that it made it impossible to resist her. Not that I tried too hard. Or at all.
My lips glided down from hers, kissing and licking until I reached a sensitive spot where I sucked hard, knowing I would leave a mark. And that turned me the fuck on. My cock was leaking like a sieve, and I was on the verge of losing it. “Put your legs around me,” I growled into her neck.
She did as she was told, and I released her tits to grab her ass and glide her forward. When the crown of my cock was at her entrance, I paused and observed her face as I asked, “Are you sore?”
Juniper dropped her head back against the mirror and tightened her legs around me, pushing the tip inside her just a little. “No,” she denied with a quick shake of her head. “I need you inside me.” She opened her eyes, and the sight of her brown eyes practically glowing with desire was more than I could take.
“Fuck,” I grunted. Sweat dripped from my temples, and my eyes closed as I held on to my control with all of my strength and slowly pushed inside her tight channel. Juniper gasped, and my gaze flew to her face, checking for signs that I was causing her pain. “Are you okay?”
“Yesss,” she hissed, sounding half desperate and half annoyed. “Stop talking and make me come.”
I grinned. “Yes, ma’am.” My hips retreated an inch or so, then I slammed home, bottoming out in one thrust. “Fuck! Juniper!” I bellowed. Her pussy was clenching me so tight it almost hurt.
“Oh, yes, Silas! Yes!”
I gripped her ass so hard that I knew there would be marks the next day, but I couldn’t stop myself. I yanked her toward me with every drive of my hips forward, causing our bodies to slap together, the erotic sound mixing with our grunts and groans of pleasure.