Bliss Series Boxed Set: The Whole Damn Harem by BJ Harvey Read Free Book Online

random text message every day this week. Last night he sent me a text around midnight, telling me how he had driven past the lake and it made him think of me. This man is seriously swoon worthy, but I’m not supposed to swoon, I’m not a swooner. Me and emotional connections do not go together.
    Daniel seems to affect me on a different level to other men, though. He seems to want to reach inside and turn me upside down; finding out about me, and what makes me tick. It makes me want him in a way that is unknown to me and scary as hell.
    I’m having a break in the on call room, and my mi nd is doing what it does best; not shutting off and letting me sleep. Instead, I’m remembering back to last week when I was in here with Noah, before my chance meeting with Daniel on the train.
    He had seen me in the cafeteria grabbing a midnight snack from the vending machine and sent me a text outlining exactly what he wanted for his meal break. Five minutes later, I was pinned against the wall of one of the surgical floor’s on call rooms, being pounced by a very hard and horny walking dildo. Too far gone for foreplay, he had shoved my scrub pants down, desperate to get inside me.
    About halfway through, I hit a road block and started thinking too much.
    This feels good, but not great like it normally does.
    What the hell, Mac? Get it together. He’s the walking dildo, he always makes you come and fast, usually multiple times. So why does this feel like a long distance run rather than a short hundred meter dash? To be honest, it’s getting rather uncomfortable.
    Shit, he’s getting harder, and I can feel him tensing up; his grunts are getting louder, his thrusts faster and more sporadic. I make a moaning sound, knowing he likes to hear me, and it works, seemingly spurring him on.
    Right now I feel as if I’m a ride on pony outside the grocery store. Put a quarter in and hop on board! I’ve never had a problem getting off before. Hell, I pride myself on it. What is wrong with me?
    Oh God. What if I’ve broken my clitoris from overuse? Misuse? Self-abuse?
    I moan again.
    “Fuck, Mac. Come with me. I’m close, babe. Really...”
    Thrust!
    “Fucking...”
    Thrust!
    “Close...”
    Thrust!
    I have to do something. Shit, I’m going to have to fake it.
    “Oh, yes. Fuck me, Noah. Harder. Oooh, yes, that’s it. Right there. Fuck! Argh!” I cry out, tightening my kegels and totally bullshitting my way through a fake orgasm. Noah stiffens and growls my name through his gritted teeth as he climaxes.
    Thank God for THAT!
    After the countless number of orgasms I’ve had at the hands, mouth, and cock of Noah, I’ve never had to fake it. Ever. Maybe it is my body’s way of telling me that I want, no need more than just sex. Maybe I do need more. It has been four years since the Beau disaster. Is it time that I open my eyes and mind to more than sex alone?
    Just the kind of heavy thinking I need as I drift off to sleep. But thinking of Delicious Daniel and how much I can’t wait to see him for Sunday’s game...now that is the stuff dreams are made of.
    My DD, sex on the beach, kisses by the lakeside, and Superman.

Chapter 6
    “I’ve Been Waiting All Day For Sunday Night”
     
    It’s Sunday. Game day .
    Delicious Daniel day.
    I really need to stop adding the word delicious to his name but seriously, after kissing him as thoroughly as I did last Friday, you’d be calling him delicious too. He tasted of beer, a touch of mint, and made me feel like I w as lying in the sun on a hot sunny day. Yes, he transported me to another place and time. He is that good . I want that again. I’ve been craving it. Not sex, just Daniel’s time traveling kisses.
    Goddammit, now I’m thinking about what it would be like for D aniel to do other things , right now while I’m lying in bed. I sleep naked in my bed at home, have done since I moved back to Chicago. There is something freeing about sleeping in the buff, not constricted by fabric or