Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 60497 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 302(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60497 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 302(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
“Hold on,” he says.
I nod, gripping one of the wooden slats with each hand.
“So sexy.” His lips brush mine. Bracing his hands on either side of my head, he drags his cock along my sex, teasing my clit with his hard shaft.
“So needy,” I remind him, arching my hips.
He sits back on his knees and grasps his cock in his hand, giving it a powerful stroke before settling himself at my entrance. Just the tease of him is enough to make me moan and writhe, wanting him to fill me more than I need my next breath.
As if reading my mind, he braces his hands beside my head once more and fills me with one hard thrust.
My body stretches to accommodate him and suddenly I feel him everywhere. “Oh God.” The words escape, and suddenly I need more, and I squeeze him tight inside me.
“Fu-u-ck.” He draws out the word, then raises his hips and pulls out before plunging back inside.
I hang onto the slats but even so, with each slam of his hips, I move upward on the bed, grateful for the pillow behind me. We’re in a synchronized rhythm, my hips lifting to meet his every drive inside me. My body is engaged, aware of his every move, but so are my emotions. Not only do I feel him physically, he’s staring into my eyes and we’re connecting on a deeper level.
I’ve never had sex without my partner using a condom before, and that, too, intensifies the sensations. I feel every thick inch of him as he drags his cock along my inner walls. His pace is fast but the experience is slow, drawn out until I’m crying out his name and urging him to hurry.
I wrap my legs around his waist and raise my hips, needing to take him deeper. “Lucas, please.” I grip his back, digging my nails into his skin.
“Anything you want, Rainey.”
“I want to come.”
He slides a hand between our bodies and rubs my clit with his finger. Back and forth, up and down, around but not where I need the friction most.
“Oh God, Lucas. Stop teasing!” The words tumble out of me in a rush. I’m nearly incoherent except I know I’m begging for relief.
Finally, he plunges deep once, twice. The third time he shifts his hips and his cock hits my G-spot. “Lucas!” I cry out as he keeps thrusting into me, bringing me along for a soaring orgasm that makes me lose track of time and space.
I’m vaguely aware of him stiffening above me, then I feel his release coating inside me as we continue to rock and grind against one another until my climax and his subside. I’m a boneless heap on the bed and he collapses onto me but immediately rolls over, pulling me along with him so he’s hugging me against his hard, sweaty body.
And nothing ever felt better.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Lucas
The club is quiet at this hour of the morning. The overhead lights are on, no music, no people. I have time to sit and reflect. It’s been a week since that life-changing time in Rainey’s apartment. Rather than getting her out of my system as I’d hoped, she’s now embedded even deeper under my skin. We’d connected on a deeper level, like joining our bodies had linked us emotionally. I’m not usually so sappy in my thoughts, but it’s all true. I feel like she’s mine and giving her up when our work is over won’t be easy.
We’ve been too busy to get together again, but we’ve gotten into the habit of texting throughout the day, and she’d catch me up on the status of her work on the anniversary events. She’d received sets of logos for merch and to use on napkins and the bar glasses for Mak’s drinks, along with swag and gift bags. She and Kaylee had chosen their favorite rendering. Rainey sent me all three and I agreed with their pick. Now, it’s up to her father to approve.
I’d gone to my parents’ for dinner but kept my relationship and feelings for Rainey to myself. I enjoyed catching up with my father’s old stories from the bench in criminal court, and my mom’s work with foster kids. Because of my upbringing and the home I grew up in, my father focused on the kids during sentencing in family court and on opportunities to create situations that would benefit young defendants.
He’d asked if I was coming to the gala next week, and I assured him that I was. I think about asking Rainey to be my date but remember her comment about nobody knowing we’re together except us. My feelings shouldn’t be hurt considering we need to keep our relationship from Jack and others, but not being able to take her out in public stings.
I’m sitting at the bar, scrolling through receipts, when my phone buzzes, interrupting my thoughts. I glance down at my phone lying on the counter.