Rhythm: a WRECKED SERIES NOVELLA by Mandi Beck

Author:Mandi Beck [Beck, Mandi]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-09-12T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

Willow is only gone for about ten minutes, but tell that to my cock. It might as well have been ten days. The click of the door opening catches my attention, and the grin on my face plunges as I see that she’s wearing one of the white fluffy robes that were hanging in the bathroom.

“The fuck? Birdie, why you gotta be so mean?” I whine, making her laugh.

“I want to give you your present, and that won’t happen if I don’t hide behind this robe.”

She’s right and we both know it.

Willow walks over to the dresser grabbing the bag and bringing it to me. Climbing onto the bed, she sits beside me, shoulder to shoulder, and hands me the gift, my curiosity brimming at the look on her face. It’s a mixture of anxiety, a little bit of fear, and something I can’t put a finger on.

“What did ya get me, Birdie?’ I singsong, digging into the bag and pulling out a leather-bound book. A photo album? I turn it to face me and flip it open and freeze. There, on the very first page, is my Wills. Naked. Lying on a downy white comforter, leg bent just enough that I can see the smooth skin of her pussy but nothing else. Dark hair splayed out around her, pink lolli in her mouth the same color as her bared nipples. Fuck me. Slowly I raise my eyes to her and find her watching me, waiting for my reaction.

“Who took this?” The need racing through me hotter than the fucking sun. My gaze falls to her lips then back down to the picture as I wait for her to answer.

“Perry,” she answers quietly. I figured as much but wanted to make sure that it was Perry, one of her best friends and -- more importantly -- a woman, and not some random photographer.

I can feel her eyes on me as I turn the page to reveal the next picture, this one of a still-naked Willow on her stomach looking at the camera with a coy smile, her rounded ass drawing my attention. I groan low in my throat -- it might be more of a growl -- as I flip again and again. Each picture making my cock harder, my breathing more labored, my heart beat more rapid. Until I get to the last picture and it’s different. It’s a picture of my bedroom at home. A painting hanging above the bed that wasn’t there before. I’m a little slow on deciphering what it is at first because all I can see in my mind are the pictures that came before this one.

“Do you know what that is?” she asks quietly

I shake my head that I don’t.

“It’s a sound wave,” Willow explains.

Glancing up at her, I wait for her to tell me more.

“I had it made. It’s a sound wave of me saying I love you. Just like the one in your tattoo.”

My emotions are in a riot. Part of me wants to throw her down and ravish every inch of her.

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