Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 73021 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73021 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
When he texted me, I was that girl in a library with a crush all over again.
Ten
Ransom
The energy was high, the closer it got to the moment that Stolen would be seen in the starting gate of the Breeders’ Cup Classic. We’d already had a family win today. One was a Hughes horse, which was typical. But they didn’t have a horse in the Classic. None of the branches of the family did but us. They all knew Stolen had been nominated, and they’d all declined.
Stolen had been Crosby Cash’s horse. Bane, his older brother, had been working with the trainer and Stolen since Crosby’s death, and he’d won several races or come in the top three. But this was the Breeders’ Cup Classic, and Crosby had wanted him in this one.
Bane and his wife, Halo, along with their son, Hawkins; both his parents; my brother and Montana; and Linc and his wife, Branwen, along with their daughter, Stevie, were in Del Mar for the race. Everyone else had stayed behind, but the house that several of us lived in, owned by Bane, was packed. I knew Than was a bundle of fucking nerves. I was thankful he wasn’t here so I could see it. He’d have me even more tensed up and anxious than I was.
The hand that ran down my arm caused me to jerk in response. I’d been so fixed on the television coverage in Del Mar that I didn’t hear anyone come up behind me. Glancing down, I realized it was Sonya—a brunette I’d fucked around with at Locke and Gathe’s house a few times. I thought she’d gone to school with Gathe and Than, but I wasn’t sure if that was her or not. I didn’t care either.
“You’re strung tight,” she purred, leaning into my arm.
Gathe had a blonde in his lap and his hand between her legs while he watched the coverage, and Forge had taken the redhead who was topless outside. With all the couples absent—including Oz and Winslet, who were watching the races at his parents’—things were back to the way they used to always be. We’d moved the wilder parties where tits and ass were involved to the Bowens’ house after Bane hooked up with Halo. Having one here again would be fun if it wasn’t for the ones missing. But they had gone and gotten cock-whipped, and the fuck parties were dwindling.
“Yeah, I am,” I agreed and went to unzip my jeans with one hand while grabbing her wrist with my other and pulling her around in front of me. “Knees,” I told her and pushed down on one of her shoulders as she did as directed.
The sofa I was standing behind blocked her from the view of the rest of the room, but it would be obvious to anyone who looked back what was happening. Not that I cared. It wasn’t like we hadn’t all gotten sucked off in front of the others before.
Her hand was cold when her fingers wrapped around it, but I didn’t react. She let out a practiced moan as she filled her mouth with my dick. Her tongue flicked over the ring through my pubic piercing. She had liked that one when I fucked her before. But most females did. It would swing as I thrust and hit their clit, sending them into second and third orgasms.
Reaching for her hair, I grabbed a handful and fisted it. I always came harder when I controlled the mouth on me. Pulling and pushing her head back and forth to the rhythm that I wanted, I glanced down at her a few times to watch her eyes water as I went deep into her throat. The moaning might be fake, but the tears weren’t, and that made it hotter.
“That’s it,” I groaned.
The sight of painted red lips around my cock had always been a thing for me. I liked the way it looked, and I especially liked it when I smeared the lipstick around their mouth. It gave them a used-whore image.
She lifted her eyes to gaze up at me, and they were brown. Not gray. Fuck, that annoyed me. For many reasons. Closing my eyes, I shoved her down harder on it and pictured another set of lips. Fat pink ones with that gloss she liked to wear. Tears leaking from the corner of her eyes, that perfect face staring up at me as I took her mouth.
My ball sack tightened, and the tingle of warning that I was close hit me fast.
“Fuck, that’s good.” My voice was a hoarse whisper.
Noa’s wavy golden locks were gripped tightly in my hand. She moaned as I fucked that sweet mouth.
“AH!” My release shot down her throat as I held her there, looking like a goddamn angel with a mouth full of dick. I shuddered at the thought and faintly heard the gagging in the distance.