Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 106346 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 532(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106346 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 532(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
“Pack a bag?” I repeat.
“Well, we are going to have movie night. You can’t just leave during movie night.”
“Oh my God,” I say, and he leans down.
“Nope, not God, just me, Justin,” he says and kisses me softly. “Now if we don’t get back out there, Dylan is going to eat my food.”
He lets me go and grabs my hand. “We haven’t even talked about things.”
“Later,” he says, and for the first time, I live in the moment and go with it.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Justin
“Here,” I say, walking back into the kitchen and seeing her wiping her hands. After she agreed to stay, we ate what Dylan left us, which was not that much, and when we cleared the table, he helped, but then he went to watch television.
“What is that?” she asks, looking at the clothes in my hand as she takes them.
“It’s stuff to sleep in,” I say. “I mean, unless you want to sleep in your dress,” I point out.
“Oh, I was just going to sleep naked,” she says. My cock springs to action, and then she throws her head back and laughs. “I’m kidding.”
“I would not say no,” I say, “but Dylan is here, and if you’re going to be naked, I can’t be trusted.”
She pushes my shoulder, thinking I’m joking. “You would never,” she says, and I look at her.
“I would never what?” I lean my hip on the counter. “Climb into your bed while you’re naked and kiss you until you beg me for more?” She crosses her arms over her chest. “Maybe.”
“I need to take a shower,” she says, “and so does Dylan.”
“He can take one in the game room,” I say. “You take one in either my bathroom or the bathroom in the spare room.”
“I’m going to use the one in the spare room,” she says and then looks down at the clothes. “Thank you,” she says and leans up to kiss my chin. I turn my face, and she kisses my lips.
“We are so going to make out tonight,” I say, and she laughs. “Me, you, and the couch, it’s on.”
“Wow, I was thinking maybe a bed, but if you want to do the making out on the couch …” She shrugs and walks off. The door to the guest room closes softly, and I try not to think of her in the bathroom naked.
It doesn’t work, so I walk down the hall to the game room and poke my head in to see that Dylan is on one of the bean bags. “Buddy, shower,” I say to him, and he gets up and yawns.
“I’m hungry.” I swear this kid is never not hungry. “Can I have a snack?”
“Yup,” I say, “after you shower.” I walk over to the closet in the room and take out some of mini Cooper’s clothes that he left here last time. “You can wear these.”
He grabs them and goes to the shower, and I walk back out, heading to my own shower. I close the door behind me and start the water, but my cock has other ideas. I palm my cock in my hand and close my eyes, and her face is all I can think about. Her calling my name, her moaning out my name, and in record time, I’m whispering her name while I come all over myself.
After I get out and towel off, I slip on my boxers and then shorts and walk out to the kitchen and see that they are both there. “You don’t go in the pantry unless you ask.” I hear her hiss at Dylan.
“But,” he says as I walk in, “Justin said I could have a snack.”
“Everything okay?” I ask. She turns around, and I have to take a second to take her in. Her wet hair is piled on her head, she is wearing my shirt which fits her like a dress, and the shorts that I gave her go way past her knees. It’s swallowing her up, yet it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen her wear.
“It’s fine,” she says. “Go sit and have your snack.” She points at the box of cookies he took out of the pantry. “Um …” she says softly. “Are you going to get dressed?” she asks, and then her eyes fly to Dylan to see if he’s listening or looking, and the kid couldn't care less.
I look down. “I’m wearing shorts,” I say, and she looks again down and then up, and she avoids looking at me.
“But a shirt?” she says, and I have to say knowing that she’s a bit turned on by this makes me want to puff my chest out even more.
“Nah, I’m good like this,” I say, and she just nods. Dylan eats his snack and then drinks a glass of milk.
“I’m going to bed,” he says, and I walk with him to the back room and set him up with covers and pillow. I pull off the big pillows on the back, and it’s now the size of a queen-size bed. I hand him a huge king-size white duvet blanket and three pillows. “Thanks, Justin,” he says and turns around.