Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 54203 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 271(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54203 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 271(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
I lifted the food bags into view. “I do. Care to share with me?”
“If I’m smelling pineapple, then yes. I demand you share.” She pulled the door open and waved me inside. “Listen, I want to apologize for earlier today. That was just embarrassing.”
“No, no, I get it. You guys had a nice drive out to the hillside.” I glanced at her sideways as I placed the food on the counter. “He probably helped you forget about everything that’s troubling you.”
Parvati tucked back a fingerful of hair as she lowered her head. I could see the faint hint of blush hitting her beautiful round cheeks. “How’d you guess?”
“Oh, my brother is the polite one, isn’t he?” I set out the pulled pork and papaya glaze as Parvati closed the door. She sauntered over to me with her hands behind her back. “He has a way of making things feel less extraordinary and more manageable.”
She sat on a stool at my side and took a sniff. “Where did you find this stuff? It’s amazing.”
“I knew you’d love it. Just like I know you’ll love the white wine I brought too.”
“It isn’t chardonnay, is it?”
I laughed. “Of course not. You said it was too dry.” Her eyes lifted to mine as she began to smile. “It’s pinot grigio. Pears and apples, a little sweet, a little tart. Perfect with pork.”
She got up and grabbed two glasses and the bottle opener. “You know me better than I thought, Damien.”
“Well, I should by now. After all we’ve been through.”
She pulled the bottle closer and drilled the corkscrew deep into the middle. “And that is?”
I went around behind her as she struggled to pop the cork. I put one hand on hers and the other along her waist. “Hawaii,” I whispered. “The wedding, the jazz pub.”
She turned to see me, startled by the memory, but I was already kissing her neck. Her lotion, something airy and slightly sweet, washed over my nose and made me moan. “Fuck,” I mumbled.
She ran a hand through my hair as I kissed her skin. One hand traced the outline of her ribs until I felt her breast. I grabbed a handful and help tight as she curled her back against me. My cock swelled.
“Damien,” she purred. “We can’t do this.”
I whispered in her ear. “Tell me to stop.” She shook her head with a moan. “Then bend over.” She put both palms on the counter and pushed the food boxes over as far as they would go. She stuck out her ass, begging me to touch it. Looking back over her shoulder she licked her lips. I lifted up her skirt and smacked her hard, making her buck and coo as her hands ran the length of the counter.
“Damien,” she softly spoke. I ran my fingers along the edge of her underwear, peeling back just a little as she squirmed. She whispered my name again, now spreading her legs like she couldn’t wait for me to touch her.
I chucked, deep and slow. “You want me, don’t you?”
“For the longest time,” she murmured. She lowered her head and her shiny hair fell around her face and hid her eyes from me. I lowered her panties further, revealing the roundness of her ass. I gave it a barehanded smack, and she gasped and arched her back. “Mmm, yes.” She shuddered.
I tore down the panties and let them fall to her ankles. My fingers traced along her curves, rising up between her legs, making her jet forward with a heavy breath. I pulled out my cock and stroked it a few times, then spread her ass and drove inside. She gasped, and fuck if it wasn’t divine. While I thrusted, I reached around and rubbed her clit.
“Damien,” she panted. Her body twisted around against mine. That delicate touch had turned needy as she ran a hand up and over my head, standing on her toes as I drove deeper inside her.
“Come, Parvati,” I whispered in her ear, nibbling on the lobe before licking down her neck. She trembled through a moan, climaxing with a sweet murmur that pushed me right over the edge. It was fast, but it was good. Thrilling, exciting, and everything I wanted from the night.
18
PARVATI
“Here, take my hand.” Damien extended an arm from the rocks above me. It would have been nice to accept his help and carry on, but I was stubborn.
I waved him off. “I don’t need help, thank you.” I needed gloves and a better understanding of what it meant to hike, but that was beside the point. And a little too late to be thinking about. We were in the deep of the natural landscape. At least an hour from the town where we parked the car.
Up ahead, Dax and Daniel were laughing about something. We had just gone off and left my mom and Danforth behind at a waterhole. It was lovely, and I would have stayed, but whatever they had planned got me walking the other way fast. I mean, my mom wasn’t even shy about suggesting to skinny dip.