All The Way (The Sarah Kinsely Story - Book #1) by C.J. Berry Read Free Book Online Page B

in. Nothing . As the night slipped further into a waking nightmare of embarrassment I was struck with a momentary stroke of genius. I opened the mini fridge again, grabbed my tool of choice and ran over to Aiden who was making gagging noises.
    “Here.” I shoved it to him.
    “Soda? Are you serious? I need something for my freaking balls not something to drink.”
    “This is for your balls.” I pushed his hands out of the way and put the cold soda on where I approximated the trajectory of my hand had landed. He let out the sound you make when you jump feet first into a shallow pool of cool water. Then a deep sigh. Then uncontrollable laughter.
    I sat down exacerbated by the experience and started laughing as well.
    “You know, this actually feels pretty good. I might have to try this alone some time.” He said between laughing fits.
    “Or next time we could just start with this.” I said hoping he caught the hint that I wanted there to be a next time.
    Color returned to his face and he sat back up.
    “Next time for sure.” He smiled. “Maybe we should call it a night. I am not going to be much good for the next few hours anyways. Would you be comfortable staying here tonight?”
    I tried to find reasons why I wouldn’t be comfortable spending the night in a house that had more amenities than a spa and said, “Yea, that should be fine.”

Chapter 8
    Meet a complete hunk of a man, smash his balls and then sleep in his mansion? Check.
     
    I awoke the next morning secretly hoping that Aiden had gone off to one of his restaurants for work. It was Sunday after all and the brunch crowd must have kept him and his staff very busy. I figured if I woke up at just the right time I might be able to make an escape and walk home to save my dignity. Instead, I woke to the sound of crackling bacon and the aroma of fresh pancakes and tangy orange juice.
    The sheets felt soft and I snuggled myself more deeply into them until I was almost lost in the sea of fluff. I resigned my desire for immediate escape and promised myself I would do so once my belly was full. It’s never a good idea to perform the walk of shame on an empty stomach.
    I had gone to sleep in just my bra and panties but I didn’t much feel like putting my dress back on. It was far too early to try and make that look good. Instead, I looked through the drawers of the guest bedroom Aiden had set me up in last night and found a stack of his shirts. I must have been in a very flirtatious mood because the idea of walking into the kitchen wearing just one of his shirts really turned me on.
    I found a nice long white button up and tried it on. It was perfect. It showed just enough without screaming “ do me. I’m easy ”. I found a pair of his socks and put those on as well. I found a mirror.
    “Damn you look sexy girl.” I said as I checked all angles.
    I brushed my teeth, pulled my hair back and made my way downstairs to the kitchen where Aiden was furiously cracking eggs, flipping pancakes and forking bacon.
    “Goodmorning.” I said making my way to the dining room table where the girls and I were treated to dinner last night.
    “Goodmorning.” Aiden said focusing intently on the scrambled eggs.
    “I hope you like-” He turned around, ”Oh - Good morning.”
    His eyes started at the top of my head but seemed to rest on my exposed legs now curled up on the dining room chair.
    “I borrowed a shirt. I hope you don’t mind.”
    He smiled and brought me a plate of breakfast.
    “I do not mind at all.” He enunciated each syllable like he meant it.
    My phone buzzed. I pulled it out of the front pocket of my - his - shirt.
     
    How was last night? We need deets! :-)
     
    It was from Lizzy. I put the phone back in the pocket. There really wasn’t anything to report except that I punched a chef in the balls and now he was serving me breakfast. A good story sure, but not what these girls wanted to hear. I figured I would text her back once I had the juicy