Until December Read online Aurora Rose Reynolds (Until Her #5)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Until Her Series by Aurora Rose Reynolds
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Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 78749 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
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“Now text him.”

“Right.” I nibble the inside of my cheek as I type out a text to him. I read the words three times to make sure everything is spelled correctly and sounds believable before I press Send.

I hope you don’t mind I got your number from Sage. I’m sorry I left without a word, but I got a message from my sister this morning and had to take off. Thank you for being so sweet and taking care of me last night.

December

A moment later, a bubble appears and I look at April. “He’s typing.”

“He’s not making you wait a year for a return text. That’s a good sign.” She smiles.

“Hopefully,” I agree with a small smile of my own.

I drop my eyes back to my phone when it dings. My smile slides away and chest gets heavy as I read his reply.

Funny, was awake when you got up and know you didn’t even look at your cell. Glad you’re good, but don’t message again. I don’t have time for high school bullshit and games.

“What?” April questions, probably reading the look on my face. I don’t answer, so she slides my phone out of my hand and reads the message herself. “Oh shit.” She stands, still holding my phone, then she starts to pace. “I can’t.... I cannot believe he said that to you.” She pauses, looking pissed at the phone then me. “I’m going to message him back.”

“What? No!” I shout as I shoot off the couch and launch myself at her over my coffee table. I land against her, and we end up getting into a wrestling match that ends with us both on the floor and me straddling her. When I finally get ahold of my phone and have it above my head, we’re both breathing heavily. “He obviously wants nothing to do with me. And I understand why.”

“But—” April starts, but I shake my head, my hair flying as I do.

“I should have... I should have….” Really, I don’t know what I should have done differently. “It doesn’t matter. It’s over.”

“I’m sorry.” She sits up, wrapping her arms around my waist. “I should have kept my mouth closed. I just thought when I saw you looking at him that if I provoked you, you’d make a move on him. I knew you thought he was hot, and I—”

“I’m an idiot.” I get up before she can finish, pulling my hair out of my face and holding it back with one hand as she pushes up off the ground to stand before me.

“You’re not.” She grabs my shoulders, forcing me to really focus on her. “Seriously, if he was awake when you got up, he should have said something. He should have done something to make you stay. If anyone is an idiot, it’s him for letting you walk away.”

I pull in a breath. Maybe she’s right. Maybe he should have said something when he saw I was sneaking out. Then again, I probably would have done the same thing he did if the roles were reversed. With only one long-term relationship in my history that seemed to just happen without much intention on my part, I have no idea how to navigate the whole “getting to know you” side of things. Who am I kidding? I know nothing about men unless it’s written in a book. And unfortunately, with time, I have come to find that the guys I read about do not exist in real life. Not only because it’s rare to meet a multi-millionaire who will whisk you away on his private jet and confess his undying love, but because men are mostly jerks.

On that thought, I look into April’s eyes, and declare, “Whatever. It’s done.”

We hold each other’s stare for a long time before she finally agrees with me, looking disappointed about my statement.

Two

Gareth

WITH MY HAND around my rock hard cock and my face turned into my pillow, breathing deep, I stroke. Pulling hard at the tip and then back down. The visual in my mind is one that’s kept me company for the last few mornings. Blonde hair, gorgeous features, and a body made up of nothing but beautiful curves that seemed never ending. I stroke faster, imagining December whispering my name in her soft, sweet voice. I come, and streams of hot cum shoot against my stomach. My strokes turn lazy until the tension has left my stomach and my cock has gone limp.

Feeling relaxed, I stare at the ceiling, thinking about the woman I just got off on, hating the fact that she wasn’t what I thought she was. The morning she took off on me, I watched her walk away, even though everything in me demanded I do something to force her to stay. I just couldn’t. As I saw her sneaking out of my room, all I could think about was how many times I witnessed Beth do the same thing.


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