Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 73716 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73716 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
My ass hit the cool cushion once again as my cock continued to twitch.
She slumped limply on top of me, her hot, panting breaths on the skin of my neck.
Catching the blankets that’d somehow gotten thrown to the ground by my hand, I pulled it up and over us once again, covering our semi-nakedness just in case, on the off chance, someone happened to see.
And I’d done it just in time, too, because not a few minutes later, the bartender that’d been down below us crested the top of the stairs.
He looked at us, squinting to see past the shadows, saw nothing, and then moved on.
My belly loosened, and I lifted my hand to tangle in Audrey’s hair.
As sanity that I’d lost over the last half hour we’d been in our own little world returned, so did my doubts and fears.
“Audrey,” I whispered.
“I’m okay.”
Relief loosened my body to the point of Jell-O.
“I think I had a mild heart attack,” I told her bluntly, turning my head to brush my lips over her ear.
She started to laugh, then placed a small kiss on the side of my neck.
“Thank you, Fender.”
I pulled her head back so she could see my eyes.
“Don’t call me Fender, please,” I growled, dropping a kiss to her lips.
When I pulled back, her eyes were open, and they were filled with laughter.
She sighed. “Okay, I guess. How about Toabs?”
I shook my head. “Toby?”
I paused. “Only Leida calls me Toby, but I guess I could stand you calling me that.”
She hummed in happiness, and I finally groaned and shifted our bodies.
“You’re going to have to catch our…stuff,” I hesitated. “The tight band of your bathing suit bottoms is cutting off the circulation to the left side of my cock.”
Her eyes widened.
“I’m on birth control,” she blurted.
A wave of sadness rolled through me, but I quickly pushed that away.
Kids weren’t on my five-year plan. In fact, they weren’t even on my seven-year plan.
I had eight more good years in the Alabama Highway Patrol before I could think about a family—or at least kids. But the thought of Audrey carrying my child was enough to make my dick hard all over again.
Lifting my hand when she shifted, I quickly pulled my shorts up over my soaked cock, grimacing when I realized that I’d just gotten semen all over the inside of my shorts that I had planned to wear tomorrow.
“Oh, shit,” she hissed. “We’re going to have to leave. I can feel it all over my thighs.”
I gave her an evil smirk as I pulled her back into my arms.
“Uh-uh,” I told her. “We have to finish this movie. It’s everything I’ve ever wanted to watch.”
She squirmed as she tried to find a comfortable position, and I moved her until she was between my legs once again.
“My boobs are still hanging out,” she hissed when she tried to squirm out of my grip.
I looked down at her glaring up at me, and then checked out her chest.
The blanket covered everything really well.
“Leave them out,” I snaked my hand underneath the blanket to her exposed breasts. God, they were so soft and big. They overfilled my hand to perfection.
Her nipples were peaked, and I trailed my finger over the very tip of the one I still had in my hand.
She stiffened, her eyes going wild, as she tried really hard to pay attention to the movie.
But when my other hand moved down the length of her belly and rubbed along the seam of her shorts, she groaned.
“You’re evil,” she moaned, covering her face with her hands.
“I’m evil?” I laughed. “You had a fuckin’ reason for getting that ice cream, woman.”
She started to laugh, too.
Her breasts jiggled against my arm, and my semi-erect cock filled with blood once again.
God, if I was fucking her from behind, the beauties would be swinging with each thrust of my hips.
I growled and pulled away, stopping only long enough to lift the top of her swimsuit back up over her breasts before I pushed her up to her feet.
She went willingly, shifting awkwardly from one foot to another as she surreptitiously looked down at her thighs.
Since the shadows were so deep where we were sitting, I couldn’t see anything, but I could feel.
And as I trailed my fingers along the inside of her thigh and felt the wetness, I nearly bent her over the railing to have another go.
Nearly.
But what I wanted with her was going to be a lot more private and would have a lot more screaming and moaning involved.
“Come on,” I said, grabbing the blankets. “Let’s go.”
Chapter 9
When you’re trying to take a nap, and you see people outside. Living life.
-Reasons why Audrey wants to shoot people
Audrey
All the nervousness and fear that usually hit me when it came to doing anything sexual with a man was non-existent as I made my way down the steps of the top deck.