Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 97364 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97364 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
“Yes. Poor horse. They are incredible creatures. Some are treated like royalty, others … more like slaves.”
She drops the glass in the sand, letting the earth drink the rest of it. “I’ve never ridden a horse.” Her foot rips through the water, splashing it on my legs. “Well…” pinching her lower lip, she tugs on it, meeting my gaze “…except for you.”
My dick hardens.
“But I do like to race, and I’m fast. Very fast.”
“More lies.”
She shakes her head. “Truth. Want to see? Let’s race.”
I drop the empty wine bottle and my glass next to hers in the sand. “I hope you’re right because if I catch you, it’s going to be very bad.” I don’t say that with an ounce of humor.
Her smile fades, eyes wide and glued to mine. She nods as if she understands but there’s no way she can.
“You’ll never catch me,” she whispers. “It will feel like you’re chasing a ghost.”
She doesn’t say go. In the next breath, she’s sprinting down the beach. I chase her. After a while it does feel like I’m chasing a ghost. Resigned to the fact that I will never catch her, I slow down, but then she trips, clawing the sand to regain her footing. It’s too late. I’ve caught her.
Grabbing her waist, I lift her to her feet. She’s breathless and covered in wet sand.
“Theo …” The second she whispers my name the wind carries it away. I wish it would carry her away before we destroy each other.
I shake my head, grabbing her dress and peeling it over her head. Her body shivers, arms wrapped around her bared breasts as I simply stare at her. Why did she trip?
I shrug off my shirt. Her eyes drop to my chest.
“I told you, if I caught you…” I slide off my shorts “…it would be very bad.”
She sucks in a shaky breath as I pick her up. Her eyes never leave mine when I ease the crotch of her panties to the side and lower her onto me. Her breath releases in small pants as I completely fill her, walking us into the water.
Her lips part, eyes heavy. “It’s…” she blinks slowly as I move inside of her “…j-just a … lie.”
Dipping down, I ghost my lips over hers, so fucking hungry for her. I feel like my entire being is ripping apart at the seams. “Is it?” I whisper a second before our mouths collide.
*
Scarlet
This feeling makes it impossible to open my eyes. I’d almost forgotten how it felt to wake next to a warm body pressed to my back, strong arms wrapped around me. I think I’ll leave my eyes closed and keep stealing more of these moments—more breaths.
“You have absolutely no gag reflex.”
My body shakes with laughter, turning in his arms. I press my lips to his chest, keeping my eyes closed. Our legs scissor together like we’re both desperate to stay as close as possible. It’s not a hard feat on this sofa bed. If we don’t stay hugged to each other, one of us will be on the floor.
“Rude. That’s just rude.” My lips curl into a huge smile against the smattering of light hair on his chest.
“It’s not rude. It’s a compliment. A huge compliment.”
“A ‘huge’ compliment? Really? Now I get the feeling you’re complimenting yourself, not me. Besides, sex stays in the moment. You don’t talk about it when it’s over.”
“I agree.”
I tip my head up to nuzzle into his neck, feeling content that he’s dropped that topic.
“But, I’m serious. You have no gag reflex.”
“Oh my god!” I shove his chest and wriggle out of his hold, stealing the white sheet and wrapping it around me as I walk into the kitchen to get a bottle of water. “The Argentine Lake duck has the largest penis of any bird—which I suppose isn’t saying much because only three percent of birds in the world have penises.” I open cupboard after cupboard looking for something to eat. I’m starving. “Anyway, when erect, it’s as long as its total body length.” I settle for an apple then lean against the threshold to the living room, taking a big bite. “Now, that’s bragging rights,” I mumble over a mouthful of juicy, green apple.
Theo sits up, resting back on his elbows, my pillow covering his junk. “Is that my apple?”
I stop chewing, images of him digging out a bite of apple from my mouth cross my mind. “Maybe.” I release the sheet, letting it fall to the ground. “Is that a problem, Mr. Reed?”
Theo’s gaze stretches the length of my naked body. “Not today.”
“It’s almost six. I’m going for a walk before breakfast with Yimin. Go swim with the sharks.” I give him a flirty wink before sashaying my naked arse to the bathroom.
By the time I come back out, he’s already gone. I frown at my spider plant on the floor. One of its stems with a baby plantlet has been stepped on and broken. It really needs to get hung from the ceiling, so I look for a hook. Theo has a small toolbox by the stairs, but I don’t find a hook. I know he took a lot of stuff upstairs, so I check up there. My eyes affix to the tool belt on the floor in his room. Maybe he has more tools in there.