Series: Webs We Weave Series by Krista Ritchie
Total pages in book: 147
Estimated words: 145038 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 725(@200wpm)___ 580(@250wpm)___ 483(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 145038 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 725(@200wpm)___ 580(@250wpm)___ 483(@300wpm)
In the wake of his demolition, the softer gesture causes weird butterflies to flap inside my body.
“Can you keep going?” he asks seriously.
I intake sharp breaths. “Does it look like I can’t?”
His brows spike. “You seriously want me to answer that?”
I scowl and make a point to inhale mega lungfuls of oxygen. “I’m not done with you,” I retort and tug on the belt again. Frustrated that I can’t put my hands on him.
He’s near laughter.
I grow hotter. “It’s not funny.”
His smirk only widens. “It’s really fucking funny, actually.” He stands between my legs, and his masculine palms slide up my thighs to my hips. Oh, wow. My pulse skids, and I’m fastened to his assured movements and how he’s drinking me in. “You don’t want to fuck me, Phebs. You want me to fuck you.”
“You can’t know that,” I whisper, cheeks heating. I’m both loving that he sees me so well and also hating how unraveling it feels. “We’ve only been together for a week, Rocky.”
“Then let’s go to the couch. You can fuck me while I just lie there with my hands behind my head.”
I stubbornly ignore the roil of my stomach. “Fine. Let’s go.” I wait for him to untie me.
FIVE
Phoebe
Rocky moves zero muscles. He’s staring through me. I wonder if he’s crawled deep enough to smell the truth like a bloodhound. “Yeah? You want to rock my fucking world, Phoebe Graves? You want to ride me all night while I just come over the mere sight of you?” He pauses. “You’re cringing.”
I am. “I’ve done that before and liked it fine. I’m not selfish in bed.” And I hate that I’m surfacing past hookups while we’re in the midst of hooking up. This feels like a huge relationship faux pas. I did not want failure at first real relationship to be attached to my good name.
His brows furrow. “What makes you think what we’re doing right now is you being selfish?”
“I’m not even touching you,” I whisper hotly. I kind of want my wrists back, but then I don’t. Am I a needy bitch with Rocky? Do I want to be that girl?
Yes.
And no.
Yes-no?
Choices are hard, and it feels like ever since I arrived in Victoria, I’ve had to make bigger ones. Which I should know how to do. I’m twenty-fucking-four, but since I’ve been raised as a follower—rarely the leader, rarely the dictator of where I live or what I’m doing in a job—making my own decisions hasn’t been innate.
I’m used to conferring with the team. Taking a vote. Reasoning with others—like with my best friend. But I can’t think of anything more awkward than asking Hailey to help me decide if I should fuck her older brother on the couch or let him fuck me against the cabinets.
No thank you.
Rocky hasn’t shifted away. He’s still intimately close. “I get off doing this to you. So are you really fucking selfish, Phebs? I could say the same thing about myself.”
I contemplate this. “You prefer being in control?”
“All the time.” His eyes skim me again. “But being this close to you makes me feel very, very out of control.” By the depth of his expression tunneling through me, he clearly likes the unhinged feeling, too.
I breathe in. “Okay.”
“Okay,” he murmurs, “and so you know”—he pulls away and finds his slacks on the floor—“when I fuck you tonight, you’re going to feel a lot more than just fine.”
Arousal bathes me inch by inch. I squirm for him.
I watch Rocky fish out a condom from his slacks pocket, and I cast a quick glance to the two bedrooms.
His brother or sister could still walk in, and it’s not stopping him. Not as he sheathes his erection and moves back between my legs.
I love the stakes.
The danger.
But really, I love it with Rocky. It’s danger with a soft, padded cushion at the bottom of the fall. It’s danger with an antidote to the poisoned draft. It’s danger with the security and safety of him.
I scoot closer to the edge of the counter. He’s at the perfect height, and as I wrap my legs around his waist, our pelvises are aligned.
Now he lifts my cropped tee back to my collarbones. Cold air hits my nipples, but as he kneads one tender breast and crushes agonizing kisses to my lips, all I feel is heat.
His mouth veers to my ear. “You need to know something while we’re together.”
“Hmm-mm, sure.” I’m so composed and not at all an emotional fool for him.
“This.” He slips his finger against my swollen clit. Oh my God. His whisper pricks my ear again. “This.” He teases his finger into me. “Is mine.”
I shudder and a noise catches in my throat.
Then his hand leaves the warmth between my legs. He’s suddenly pushing his thick, hard cock into my heat. I try not to unravel at the fullness. Rocky whispers how deep he’s inside me, how my tight, wet pussy belongs to him, how he’s going to take me without pause or restraint—and every carnal word soaks me.