But I won’t read chapter 6. I open the book and start at chapter 1. People are talking. That’s nice. That’s great. I check my clock. It’s already been 5 minutes. Do I really want to waste my alone time with talking when I bought this book for one singular purpose? Sighing with disappointment a
“I, uh…” The book is clearly in my hand. It’s too late to hide it under the pillow like I so desperately want. And with my hand down my pants, there’s no innocent way to explain away what I’m doing or reading. At that moment, Neil lifts his head and scents the air. “I can smell your arousal, Chl
Neil notices. His voice finally adds emotion, but not it’s a growl. “He’s always so overt. So carless. Fucking loud. Of course, you would have heard and seen him. Or did he do more?” He comes closer to the bed, so that his knees are right up against it. He stares down at me with righteous fury bla
I’m pinned under the weight of Neil’s body. He’s entirely on the bed now, his legs slotted between my thighs, forcing me to stretch my legs open wide. I haven’t moved my hands since he told me not to, other than to curl them around to grip at my pillow with claw like fingers. His mouth is domina
My body’s burning hot. I gasp at the difference. I mourn the shirt for only a fleeting second. The waste is worth how unbelievably hot that was. While he rip my pants off too? His hands fall on my breasts, and he squeezes me through the bra. “And the bra?” Neil asks. “I don’t think… she had
Caught in the afterglow, I have no way of knowing which was is up and which is down. My brain is nothing by white-noise. My body is a pleasant goo. Neil’s spend is hot on my torso. His breathing is labored. When he says, “Fuck,” again, it sounds less sexy, and more really pissed off. “Neil?”
When I finish my shower, I change into a pair of loose fitting pants and a t-shirt. I bypass the bra for now. The one Neil ruined had been my favorite. I sigh and pick up the book off the floor. Neil said to get rid of it, but to hell with him. I can’t help but be curious what other mysteries this
“Not you too.” I move to step around him, but Archer is bigger and stronger and refuses to step aside no matter how much I try to wedge my way through. He grips me by the shoulder to keep my still. His fingers bite into my back. “Listen, this is none of your business,” I say. “Like hell it isn