Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27475 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27475 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
“No, I insist. I want a few minutes alone with you before dinner.”
“Alright. That does sound nice.”
I bring my mother home and hand her the bouquet I bought for her.
“What’s this for?” Her eyes brighten. “They’re beautiful, son.”
“It’s just a thank you for your hospitality and for welcoming me into your home like this. I didn’t even tell you I was coming.”
“This is your home too. You don’t have to thank me for that.”
“Then it’s because you’re beautiful and a wonderful mother.”
“I’ll take it.” She grins and kisses my cheek.
I change into a pair of black slacks and a gray silk shirt then drive over to Tess’s to give her the gift I bought for her, but there’s no answer when I knock on the door. I try to control myself but panic sets in and I rush around to the back of the cottage to check the backdoor. I turn the knob but it’s locked as well. My heart races and I start to lose control. I raise my fist to bust out the kitchen window, but Tess opens the door before I throw the punch.
“Why didn’t you come to the front?” she asks.
“I did, little girl. I even knocked. You didn’t answer.”
“I’m sorry. I was finishing up in the bathroom and didn’t hear.”
I can feel the tiny beads of sweat that form on my forehead and dab it with a paper towel from the roll on the kitchen counter.
“You’re sweating? It’s fifty degrees outside.”
“Yeah, well, it’s two hundred degrees inside,” I grumble.
“What does that mean?”
“Nothing. I have something for you.” I hold out the slightly crumpled roses.
“Thank you. They’re lovely,” she says and takes a vase from the old china hutch in the dining room.
Once she’s placed them in water and set them on the table, I tell her, “There’s something else.”
“Really? Wow, what did I do to deserve this?”
“You have no idea what you deserve. You deserve the world on a silver platter, baby girl.”
I take the jewelry box out of my pocket and hand it to her. She gasps as I place it in her shaking hand. She opens the lid of the black velvet box, and I see the diamonds reflected in her eyes.
“Oh, Torin. This is amazing.”
“I’m glad you like it. Can I put it on you?”
“Of course.” She grins and hands me the box.
I remove the heart-shaped diamond pendant and gold chain from the box and place it around her neck. She walks to the hall mirror to take a look, and I inch behind her. I rest my hands on her hips and admire our reflection.
“Do you like it?” I ask her.
“I love it. Do you?”
“It’s pretty but I like the bigger picture more.”
“Bigger picture?”
“Yeah, look. You are in my arms like this. That’s the bigger picture.”
“I like that too.”
She spins around and, standing on tiptoes, wraps her arms around my neck.
“How did I get so lucky?” she asks.
“Lucky? You? No, I’m the lucky one.”
I feel that all-too-familiar tingle in my pants and think that maybe now isn’t the time. We’re both dressed for dinner, and with the way we make love, we won’t have the energy to do it all over again. She feels the tent in my pants and surprises me by putting her hand over my bulge. She strokes my cock through my pants, and I place my hand on hers. “If you don’t stop that, I’m gonna put it in your mouth.”
She bats her eyes at me and continues to stroke me.
8
TESS
I’m not sure what’s come over me, but this is the first time I’ve grabbed a man’s junk.
I guess when I saw that kissing me was making him hard, I just wanted to show him that he makes me feel the same way. Now, I’m not so sure I’m ready for what comes next. He said he wanted me to put it in my mouth. And then what? Torin knows I have zero experience with boys so he must know he’s going to have to guide me through this too.
He pushes down on my shoulders, and I drop to my knees and look up at him. I must look like a helpless kitten begging for his affection. He palms the side of my face, and I smile.
“You have to take it out, baby girl,” he tells me so I drop his zipper and reach inside his pants.
I tug so hard I nearly slap myself in the face with his erection. With my hand still on the base, he places his hand on my head and says, “Kiss it.”
I press my lips against the head and then slide my tongue across it. He nearly leaps out of his skin as he squeezes my head like a melon. I like making him feel this way. Knowing I can please him turns me on.