Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 99381 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 331(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99381 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 331(@300wpm)
It’s cool outside as I wait beside his car, but I’m grateful for it as my palms have started to sweat. The thought of being caught is as terrifying as it is exhilarating. I don’t want us to be caught—or almost caught again—but I just can’t help myself.
He doesn’t even wait the full two minutes before he crosses across the grass to the front courtyard, where guests park.
The moment he unlocks the doors, we waste no time sliding into the back seat. I shove him back, and he smirks, raising his hands and letting me have my way with him. I often think it’s because Ford restrains himself around me. That he still hasn’t let me see the true version of him and the needs he has. But I selfishly love how much he’s willing to give to me. How much he allows me to explore.
“You didn’t even give me a treat today,” he reprimands as I straddle his lap and undo his belt.
“Consider me the treat,” I hiss back, and he chuckles. My hands shake as I paw at his cock.
“So desperate, Chaos.” He chuckles, and it’s the most beautiful sound because Ford rarely chuckles. He shifts slightly, his hands running over my bare legs and under my skirt. I take in a breath as he dips his hand between us, and his eyes grow darker. “You’re already wet for me.”
“So soak me up,” I daringly challenge. A small animalistic growl escapes him, and it’s what I like about Ford—he’s primal. And I like taming the beast. But I know that when we’re together, he tries to be on his best behavior. But being curious about what else could be between us would make this about more than sex. And we are absolutely not going down that path.
I hiss as he inserts a finger inside me, and a small moan escapes me when he starts thrusting it in and out. Oh, fuck me, how I’ve missed this man’s gifted hands. His cock springs free from his pants, and I swallow, almost salivating as I stare at it.
“Spit on my cock, Chaos.”
He inserts another finger, and I moan as I collect the saliva in my mouth and slowly let the large drop of spit fall onto his cock. Fuck this man and his beauty. I wrap my hand around his shaft and begin stroking. “Harder. You won’t hurt me,” he growls, and I’m certain nothing could hurt this man. He grimaces as I pull back and forth on the shaft, almost violently.
“Take your shirt off,” he instructs.
I giggle. Not because I like admitting Ford’s right about anything, but he might be about one thing. Initially, I might think I’m in control, but it’s only within a few minutes that he’s taken complete control, even though I’m the one in the position of power. And I don’t mind it at all. In fact, I’m giddy with what he might ask for next.
I take my shirt off, moaning as I continue to ride his callused fingers. Fuck me, this man is everything. He’s giving me the perfect buildup to the release I need.
Something catches my attention as I toss my shirt onto the seat beside us—a face peering in at us through the window.
I scream, and Ford’s hand immediately whips up to cover my mouth as he looks over his shoulder while protecting me with his body.
Posie.
Fuck.
We scramble to make ourselves decent. Once my shirt’s on, I throw open the door and find Posie casually walking to my brother’s car, which is two behind Ford’s.
A wave of relief washes through me when I see my brother’s not with her.
“Posie.” I try to keep my tone even as I run my fingers through my hair to tame it.
She turns around nonchalantly as if there’s nothing to see here. But we both know the truth. “Billie,” she says casually.
“Don’t tell him. Please.” And Posie knows exactly who I’m talking about. The one person who can’t find out about this—my brother. I know it’s a big ask, wanting her to lie to her fiancé, but I’m willing to get on my hands and knees and beg if necessary. And besides, it’s not lying. It’s just pretending she didn’t see any of this.
Ford steps out of the car, adjusting his jeans and shirt.
I can see the reluctance in Posie’s expression as she looks between the two of us. Its most likely because we’re the most mismatched pair anyone could think of. My heart is pounding because, fuck me, we couldn’t be any worse with this sneaking around shit.
“Posie, please. You know Dutton will kill him.”
Ford goes to step behind me as if to reassure me he’ll be okay, but I shake my head at him and point at the door. I know Ford can hold his own. But this involves more than just us. It could ruin Ford’s job as Eli’s second as well.