Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76693 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76693 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Jude, the expert online digger he is, tore apart Phil from the inside out. The guy is a bit of a douchebag, but he’s otherwise harmless. I know Jude really wanted someone to pin this stalker stuff on, but Phil just wasn’t our guy.
“We should probably change the name to Hiroshi Tanaka,” I say, glancing up at Two. “Since Phil’s been cleared.”
Two’s features twist with pity. Not exactly a look I like seeing on him. I guess our joke’s not that funny. He already thinks I’m being paranoid.
“If it turns out to be Tanaka, you owe me big,” I say with a pout. “You’re not always right, Tristan Sheridan.”
He scoffs at the use of his full name. “Mostly, I am.”
I roll my eyes. “Oh, what time is it?”
“Nine, I think.”
“Shoot,” I exclaim, pulling away from him to dig around in my purse. “They’re supposed to send out acceptance letters for the workshop.”
I flip over to my email and find the email from the dean straightaway. Approved. Within the email are all the details, including location, time, and appropriate attire to wear.
“I got in,” I shriek. “Check yours!”
Two pats his pockets until he finds his phone. He goes too slow for my liking, but eventually, his face lights up. “I’m in too!”
We both laugh with excitement and hug. Tanaka, my alleged stalker, may have thought he was getting to me tonight, but nothing could ruin this perfect evening.
Nothing.
Two
A month later…
“Where are your parents?”
Gemma bursts into laughter at my question. “Why? Looking to do something naughty?”
Fuck yeah.
Ever since we had sex for the first time a month ago, we’ve stolen moment after moment. The secret room at Hemingford Hall has been our main haven when we want to get lost in each other, but we’ve fucked twice in the back of my car.
Life is good.
Really good.
I can’t wait to get my own place so I can have her all the time.
The only problem is she still hasn’t met my dads. They have been busy with work. We’ve been tirelessly chipping away on our project, too. It’s all an excuse, though. I’m nervous for this meeting and the more I fall for Gemma, the more I worry about it going badly. But I’ll be put out of my misery soon enough as Dad chewed me out this morning before he went to work, telling me I better bring her by this weekend or else he was going to have a fit.
“Are they here?” I ask again, gaze roving down Gemma’s front, shoving away thoughts of my dads and how their meeting with her will go. “I need to know if I’m fucking you here or on the way to the workshop.”
She grabs my hand, hauling me into the house. “They’ll be back soon. You have to make it quick.”
Not needing to be told twice, I prowl toward my sexy girlfriend, yanking at my belt. She lifts up her black dress and shimmies her panties down her thighs before kicking them away. Then, with a coy smile, she bends over the back of the sofa.
Fuck me.
God, she’s hot.
I give her bare ass a quick smack that has her yelping and then shove my slacks and boxers down my legs. Our first time we used a condom, but since she’s on birth control and we’re both negative for STIs, we’ve resorted to going bare.
And holy shit does it feel good to be bare inside her.
“Pull out when you come,” she instructs, wriggling her ass at me. “I don’t want cum running out of me the whole event.”
I think knowing my cum is leaking out of her while we schmooze with other restoration enthusiasts sounds like a pretty fun idea. However, I’d probably never be able to get rid of my hard-on knowing that. Best we clean it up before we go. Definitely going to happen another time, though.
“Hurry,” she says, tone turning bossy.
I hate how every time we’re together has to be in a rush. One day, I’m going to spend hours laid up in bed with her, learning every curve and freckle.
“You don’t want me to feast on this first?” I ask, running a fingertip along her slit.
She shudders and lets out a mewl. “After the event. Just fuck me, Two. We don’t have time to argue.”
I swat her cute ass again because she deserves it.
“Fine. If you start crying, it’s not my fault. You asked for this.”
She flips me off over her shoulder and I crack a grin. Despite her only crying the first time we had sex, I’ve been endlessly teasing her about it. That’s another thing I love about this girl. I can give her shit and she gives it right back. We’re fun together.
Even though she wants it quick, I take the time to massage her clit. If she can orgasm before I stick my dick in her, she’ll be slicked and ready for the hard fucking she wants. Her whimpers and moans are the best sounds I’ve heard all day. The tip of my cock leaks with pre-cum, aching to be inside her. For all the practice we’ve had lately, I’m able to bring her quickly to orgasm. I don’t wait for her body to stop spasming before I grab hold of my dick, line it up, and then thrust deep inside her.