Filed To Story: The Perfect Spiral Book PDF Free by Ashley Constantine
“I love your honesty, Hendrix. It’s my favorite thing about you. But I understand, and I think she will too. But don’t lead her to believe you’ll move across the country for her and vice versa.
I love the both of you, together or not.” I paddle over to him and hug him. He throws his arm around my shoulders and holds me to his chest.
“You can’t shake me off, sweet cheeks. You know this. You’re stuck with me for life!” His words echoed in the darkness as the last vestiges of light faded away.
“Wouldn’t have it any other way, honey.” With that, I seized the moment to push him off his board and into the water. Laugnter buddied up from within me, ecnoing into the night.
He resurfaced, hands gripping his board. “What was that for?” His voice was higher than usual, amusement lacing his words. He couldn’t suppress a smile, and neither could I.
“You went all sentimental on me, Hendrix.”
“What can I say, Thompson? You bring out the softie in me.” He hoisted himself back onto his board and paddled over to me.
“Do you want to stay out here a bit longer, or should we head back in?” he asked, steadying himself by gently lapping the water around him.
“Let’s linger for five more minutes, then head back. I’ll show you your room.”
“Sounds good, sweet cheeks!”
“Cool beans!”
“I flick beans,” he retorted, smirking at me. We both burst into laughter.
“Ben!” I was caught off guard by his comment, covering my eyes to hide my shock. “You didn’t just say that!” He peered over at me, feigning innocence when he was anything but.
I shook my head, amused by his lack of shame. He took pride in his audacity, and that was part of what made him Ben to me. We sat on our boards, sharing a quiet moment of smiles.
The night was still, the faint chatter from my friends on the beach barely audible. Deciding to call it a night on the waves, we paddled back in to join my family and friends.
I led Ben to the room he’d be occupying for the week, suggesting he turn in early. Everyone else had already retired, the day’s sun having sapped their energy.
Now, I lay in bed, one leg under the covers, the other sprawled across the width of the mattress. I was on my side, gazing out the window, sleep eluding me. I wasn’t tired, and I couldn’t figure out why.
My mind was a whirl of the day’s events-discussing wedding plans with Sam and Tyson, the surprise of Ben’s visit, introducing Hannah and Ben, having heart-to-hearts with my mom and Knox.
Finally, I decided to give in to the hunger pangs that had been gnawing at me. My stomach was practically serenading the pantry, and I wasn’t about to keep them apart any longer. It was time to indulge.
I tiptoed down the stairs, careful not to wake anyone. I was greeted by my furry best friend, Boomer, who had been brought down after dinner.
I headed for the pantry, flicking on the light and letting my eyes adjust to the sudden brightness. I grabbed a treat for Boomer and tossed it to him. He happily accepted it and trotted back to his bed.
Ben had met Boomer for the first time today and had instantly fallen in love. He’d even threatened to take him back to California, but I’d reminded him that I knew where he lived.
I spotted a box of Twinkies-my weakness, and everyone knew it. I unwrapped one and popped some popcorn into the microwave, hoping the pantry’s walls would muffle the noise.
“Hungry, baby doll?”
I jumped at the sound of his voice, spinning around so quickly that I made myself dizzy. I groaned, annoyed that he’d startled me. He sauntered over, reaching for another packet of popcorn.
“Can I have a Twinkie?” he asked, smirking down at me. He was clad in black Calvin Klein boxers and a sleeveless grey training top that left little to the imagination. When he lifted his arms, I could see the tantalizing trail of skin leading into his boxers and the enticing V-line of his lower abs.
I nodded, my mouth full of sugary goodness. He studied me for a moment, his gaze finally landing on the Twinkie I was holding between my lips. He leaned in, his breath warm on my lips, and bit down on the other end of the Twinkie, his lips brushing against mine,
We chewed and swallowed in unison, our faces still mere millimeters apart. He licked his lips, a slow smirk spreading across his face.
Stop it, Alex!
His eyes dropped to my lips again, and he kissed me, his hands cupping my head, his thumb tracing my jawline. I opened my mouth to him without hesitation, our tongues tangling in a dance of dominance.
His hand slid down my body, lifting my top and stroking my thigh until he reached my panties. He hooked his thumb inside, pulling them up slightly on one side. His other hand gripped my ass, giving it a light smack. I moaned, turned on beyond belief.
He lifted me, my legs wrapping around him, our heated kiss continuing. The microwave beeped, signaling the popcorn was ready. He groaned, breaking the kiss long enough to silence the microwave, then his lips were back on mine.
He set me down on the pantry table, our kiss resuming its feverish pace. I tugged his hair, eliciting a deep moan that vibrated through me. I could feel my core throbbing, my arousal evident through my underwear.
We finally broke the kiss, gasping for air. He rested his forehead against mine, his gaze searching mine, trying to make sense of what had just happened.
It’s been a while.
He pulled back, his gaze dropping to his shirt. I followed his gaze and saw a wet patch on his grey shirt.
Shit!
His shock quickly morphed into a seductive smirk. He leaned in, his breath hot against my ear, his fingertips teasing my neck. My heart pounded so hard I was sure he could feel it, if not hear it.
His fingers begin to trace the contours of my body, pausing to tease the outline of my breast, his thumb stroking the underside with a tantalizing touch.
He continues his journey, venturing lower and lower.
“Are you wet for me, baby doll?” His whisper tickles my ear, and I can almost see the smirk playing on his lips.
My eyes are closed, and the more he teases, the more aroused I become. His delicate strokes on my inner thigh, the tips of his fingers igniting a spark that travels up my spine, tingling every nerve ending in my body. What’s happening to me?
His lips are peppering light kisses along my neck and jawline, occasionally venturing beneath my ear- my sweet spot. I release a breathy moan, my head falling back to grant him better access.
He begins to nip and suck at my skin, making my head spin. He pushes himself further between my legs, his hardness pressing against me.
His hands slide to my underwear, hooking his thumbs into the sides and pulling them down slowly. I open my eyes to find him gazing back at me with a lustful intensity.
Our eyes lock, and I pull him into a passionate kiss. He removes my panties completely, letting them fall onto the cold tiles beneath us.
Grabbing my hips, he pulls me closer, his hot mouth beginning a tantalizing journey down my body until he’s kissing up my legs, teasing me. I watch as he kisses the outer part of my thighs first, then slowly makes his way to the inner part.
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