Not So Goode by Jasinda Wilder

Author:Jasinda Wilder
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Jasinda Wilder

Crow

Goddamn torture, is what it was. Absolute agony. Damned cock would not go down, not all the way. I’ve heard of blue balls before, and I’ve felt the tense ache of needing to get my rocks off in a bad way, but this? This was pure hell. My poor balls fuckin’ throbbed, and not in a sexy way. In an “every move was raw brutal agony because they’re so hypersensitive and tender” sort of way. My cock stayed semirigid in my jeans, and no matter how I focused on other shit, I just could fucking not make it go all the way down.

Even thoughts of Sister Maria didn’t help.

Mainly because Charlie’s image was superimposed over everything I looked at.

The bus had blown a front tire, which was bad news especially since we were stuck on the side of the highway in the middle of nowhere, probably several hours from Denver. We could have hobbled along if it had been a back tire, but a front tire was bad, bad news. It meant hours of delay as we waited for a maintenance team to arrive and repair it, because a giant RV like that required specialized tools and training to repair.

Which meant, if we wanted to make our show in Denver, we had to transfer whatever personal shit we needed off the bus, wait for the limos our manager Barnett had called in, and book it for Denver, and hope to fuck the rest of the crew and equipment made it there without further issue.

What time was it? Daylight, but not past noon. My phone was on the bus, and I didn’t wear a watch. But growing up with only the sun to tell time most days, I knew it had to be somewhere between midmorning and near noon.

During the transition of stuff and deciding what to do, Charlie had come out of the bus with Lexie in tow, and they were giggling and chatting and damn if they didn’t look alike, and sexy as hell. Lexie was wearing one of Myles’s workout cutoff shirts and, if I wasn’t mistaken, not a lot else. Confident in her skin, that one. Charlie was back in her clothes, black leggings and black V-neck T-shirt, and an open button down over it, unbuttoned. No bra. Perky tits pressed hard against the tight fabric, especially when she stretched languorously in the sunshine, arms overhead, shirt hem lifting to show her belly button.

Now why the fuck did my heart go pitter-patter at that fuckin’ belly button? Who the hell has a belly button fetish? Not me. Yet the way she stretched, arching her spine inward, thrusting her breasts skyward, arms windmilling to meet palm-to-palm overhead, face turned to the sun…shirt lifting until the bottom swell of her breasts peeked out under the shirt and her belly button seemed to wink at me…Fuck, fuck. My heart thundered at the sight of her. I wanted to lick and kiss every inch of her skin, rub my beard all over her until her skin was pink.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.