Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 70607 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70607 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
"Never," she confirms in almost a whisper. "Oh, I think I have condoms," she says, clapping her hands and getting off the counter to run to her bathroom. I watch her run up the stairs, and all I can hear is, "Motherfucker." Then she comes down the stairs. "My mother threw them out." I try not to laugh, but I can't help it. "It's not funny. She went through the house and threw out everything she thought was Joseph’s." She holds up her finger and runs for her phone. "We can order them."
"We are not ordering condoms, Shelby." I put my hands on my hips. "I can run out and buy them." I reach for my shirt, and she cocks her hip.
"I'm on birth control," she says, and I stop moving. "And, well, Joseph always used one because he didn't want to take a chance of me getting pregnant." She looks down at her hands. "I mean, I guess I should thank him for that.”
“Not a fan of talking about Joseph when you’re naked,” I grumble between clenched teeth. “I mean, I know you two had sex, but I don't want to talk about it."
"What about you?" She looks at me, and I roll my eyes.
"Think about that question again," I tell her, and she just stares at me. "It would be irresponsible."
"Right." She walks to me and gets on her tippy-toes, kissing under my chin. "I mean, there are lots of things we can do without a condom." Her tongue comes out, licking down my neck, and then stops. "Oh my God," she says, turning around and running to the front door. She throws her luggage down and unzips it.
"What in the world are you doing?" I look at her as she starts to throw things out of her luggage.
"I was picking up my stuff," she huffs, getting her toiletry bag. "And I picked up . . ." She zips open her bag and pulls out the sleeve of condoms. She throws her hands up in the air like she just made a touchdown. "These and was too lazy to take them out." She gets up. "Now, where were we." I can't help but laugh at her. "I think . . ." She walks back to the counter and gets on it. "You were right here." She motions to the middle of her legs. "And you were going to slide one of these on." She holds up the condoms in her hand. "And fuck the shit out of me."
"Shelby." I say her name. "You are the only one who can make me laugh and get me hard all at the same time," I declare, walking to her. I grab her face in my hands.
"I'm one of a kind," she tells me with a smile on her face, and I want to tell her I've always known that, but instead, I just kiss her lips. "Hmm,” she moans when I push her back and open her legs more. She lifts her hips, and as soon as I throw her legs over my shoulder, my mouth devours her. "Now this is what I'm talking about." Her hands get buried in my hair, and for the rest of the night, we spend it naked.
The sound of her alarm rings as soon as I thrust inside her and come. "Now that," I say, lying on her and turning her to the side, "is what I call perfect timing."
She kisses my neck. "I'm still half asleep," she mumbles, and I laugh, pulling out of her and walking to her bathroom. I get rid of the condom, and when I walk out of the bathroom, she is on her stomach. I walk back into the bathroom and step in the shower expecting her to be up when I walk back out, but instead, she is still on the bed. I sit beside her and kiss her shoulder and she moans.
"Coffee?" I ask her, and she just mumbles as I grab my boxers and head downstairs. Grabbing my pants from where I left them in the middle of the kitchen, I put them on, then start the coffee. Opening the fridge, I see that she has enough things to make her an omelet that I know she loves. I whisk the eggs when I see her coming down the stairs with her hair piled on her head and wearing a robe. “Morning.” I smile at her, and I see a little drop of water on her neck.
“Morning,” she says, stopping and kissing my shoulder before walking over to the coffee machine to pour her coffee. “It smells so good,” she says, taking a sip of her coffee as she sits on a stool and watches me. I plate her omelet and then mine, going to sit next to her.