thing that has me confused is this week he hasn’t slept with me. He’s brought me some sort of pleasure each day, but no matter how much he gets me to beg, he holds himself back. It’s sweet to only think of me, but it’s also extremely frustrating.
Not only the sex, but what are we? Do we have some sort of label? They aren’t necessarily important to me, but it would give me some kind of an idea of what to expect. My heart already swears it belongs to him, but my head tells me to hold back and be smart. It’s pretty much impossible to hold back from Twist though, he’s either being so sweet you get a toothache or he’s being an infuriating dick and no matter how pissed I get, I end up wanting to fuck his brains out.
You ever see that model with long blond hair, beard, and covered in tattoos? That’s Twist to a tee. He’s not only beautiful, but so damaged, you want to not only lick him for being sexy but to do whatever you can to make him happy, because he’s already broken enough inside.
Then throw in a motorcycle and his dirty mouth, he’s like dry panties arch nemeses. You’re always going to be wet with him, especially when he chews on the toothpick, feeding you full of ideas of just what that mouth can do with all that sucking and tongue playing I’m sure he does with the toothpick. OHMYGOD.
It’s been five days since he took me on our picnic—probably the most romantic date I’ve ever been on before. Was it a date? I’d like to think so.
Today he caught me in the laundry room. He came in while I had a handful of dry clothes, pressed me up against the washer and fingered me until I came. His touch is sinful, experienced, and just forceful enough to make you beg. He’s learning my body better than anyone else ever has; I just wish he would let me know his as well.
I feel like I’m in a whirlwind, easily being consumed by Twist and I don’t want it to ever stop.
“Hey, lady,” Avery greets as I fold mine and Twist’s clothes, putting them in stacks on the bed.
“Oh, hi, Avery.”
She smiles and London follows, coming in behind her.
“You’re doing his laundry now?” She asks snarky, placing her hand on her hip and I can’t help my temper flaring.
“Not that it’s any of your business,” I reply and she huffs. She can get over it, thinking I want Cain of all guys. She hasn’t been quite as rude to me since I first arrived and she discovered I’m Silas’ sister, but she hasn’t apologized for being a bitch to me either.
“Look, Twist is my friend, so of course, I’m going to be concerned.”
“That’s understandable, but Twist is a grown man, and last I checked, you do Cain’s laundry.”
“My man’s none of your business.”
“Thank God!” I declare rudely.
Avery steps between us, her arms out between us. “Okay, calm down chicks—shit! London, I’ll meet you in the bar in a few minutes, okay? Let me speak to Sadie for a sec.”
I wait for London to be a twat to Avery but she just shrugs and with an “okay,” she’s out of my room.
“I didn’t mean to come in here and get you upset. I was just talking to Twist and he was saying you needed a few baby items; I was hoping you could tell me what you need still.”
“Oh you don’t have to do that, but thank you.”
“No, no, it’s okay…really. I know your brother will want to get his future niece or nephew some things.”
“Okay, awesome. I have a few registries set up to keep track of the stuff I like. I’ll give you access so you can see the lists.” She smiles and I quickly scribble down the websites and my login info.
“Great, thanks.”
“Sure, and umm, I’m sorry about London. I don’t get it why she doesn’t like me.”
“London takes a little while to warm when it comes to people in the club. She’s taken on club life and has made it her mission to look out for all the guys. She’s grown a little more hostile after dealing with a few of the club sluts around here. Not everyone
Not only the sex, but what are we? Do we have some sort of label? They aren’t necessarily important to me, but it would give me some kind of an idea of what to expect. My heart already swears it belongs to him, but my head tells me to hold back and be smart. It’s pretty much impossible to hold back from Twist though, he’s either being so sweet you get a toothache or he’s being an infuriating dick and no matter how pissed I get, I end up wanting to fuck his brains out.
You ever see that model with long blond hair, beard, and covered in tattoos? That’s Twist to a tee. He’s not only beautiful, but so damaged, you want to not only lick him for being sexy but to do whatever you can to make him happy, because he’s already broken enough inside.
Then throw in a motorcycle and his dirty mouth, he’s like dry panties arch nemeses. You’re always going to be wet with him, especially when he chews on the toothpick, feeding you full of ideas of just what that mouth can do with all that sucking and tongue playing I’m sure he does with the toothpick. OHMYGOD.
It’s been five days since he took me on our picnic—probably the most romantic date I’ve ever been on before. Was it a date? I’d like to think so.
Today he caught me in the laundry room. He came in while I had a handful of dry clothes, pressed me up against the washer and fingered me until I came. His touch is sinful, experienced, and just forceful enough to make you beg. He’s learning my body better than anyone else ever has; I just wish he would let me know his as well.
I feel like I’m in a whirlwind, easily being consumed by Twist and I don’t want it to ever stop.
“Hey, lady,” Avery greets as I fold mine and Twist’s clothes, putting them in stacks on the bed.
“Oh, hi, Avery.”
She smiles and London follows, coming in behind her.
“You’re doing his laundry now?” She asks snarky, placing her hand on her hip and I can’t help my temper flaring.
“Not that it’s any of your business,” I reply and she huffs. She can get over it, thinking I want Cain of all guys. She hasn’t been quite as rude to me since I first arrived and she discovered I’m Silas’ sister, but she hasn’t apologized for being a bitch to me either.
“Look, Twist is my friend, so of course, I’m going to be concerned.”
“That’s understandable, but Twist is a grown man, and last I checked, you do Cain’s laundry.”
“My man’s none of your business.”
“Thank God!” I declare rudely.
Avery steps between us, her arms out between us. “Okay, calm down chicks—shit! London, I’ll meet you in the bar in a few minutes, okay? Let me speak to Sadie for a sec.”
I wait for London to be a twat to Avery but she just shrugs and with an “okay,” she’s out of my room.
“I didn’t mean to come in here and get you upset. I was just talking to Twist and he was saying you needed a few baby items; I was hoping you could tell me what you need still.”
“Oh you don’t have to do that, but thank you.”
“No, no, it’s okay…really. I know your brother will want to get his future niece or nephew some things.”
“Okay, awesome. I have a few registries set up to keep track of the stuff I like. I’ll give you access so you can see the lists.” She smiles and I quickly scribble down the websites and my login info.
“Great, thanks.”
“Sure, and umm, I’m sorry about London. I don’t get it why she doesn’t like me.”
“London takes a little while to warm when it comes to people in the club. She’s taken on club life and has made it her mission to look out for all the guys. She’s grown a little more hostile after dealing with a few of the club sluts around here. Not everyone
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