Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 120838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 604(@200wpm)___ 483(@250wpm)___ 403(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 120838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 604(@200wpm)___ 483(@250wpm)___ 403(@300wpm)
Standing beside the bed, he rode her rough.
She reared back into him, her excited pants and the sound of flesh meeting flesh egging him on, until he got close.
He reached along her back, tangling his fingers in her hair and giving it a gentle tug.
She mewed and was forced into an arch for him.
Christ, she was gorgeous.
He bent to her, snaking a hand around, and homed in on her clit.
The second he touched her, she went wild for him.
Or wilder.
Riding him hard as he rode her harder, it got to be touch and go who would fly first, and he was relieved when he heard her cry out, felt her cunt clench around his cock, and he knew she’d found it.
So Dair let go and had his own, thrusting brutally and pulling her hair back harder, only for her cunt to clench tighter, and what sounded like a second orgasm took her as his cock jetted inside her and her pussy milked it dry.
As they were coming down, Blake collapsed onto her forearms, her face in his covers, and Dair moved his fingers over her hips and that beautiful ass as he stroked himself inside as long as he could.
When he was losing it, he ordered, “Stay just like that, hen.”
She turned her head on the bed in order to watch him walk to the bathroom, but like the good girl she was, she remained in position as he came back out with a wet cloth. He used it to tenderly clean her.
After he bent to kiss the skin at the small of her back, he said there, “Ye can move now, darling.”
She shifted, but only to get to her knees, turn his way and grab him by the neck to pull him in for a deep, wet, long kiss.
And…aye.
Her libido matched his.
Absolutely.
When he returned from the bathroom the second time, she was coming out of the closet wearing a silk nightie in a violet the color of her eyes.
He knew there’d be no knickers. He slept nude. He discovered she didn’t like to, so he suspected the no knickers thing was about wanting as much of his cock as she could get, including when she woke in the night hungry for him, or he did the same for her, and simply because she’d noted he liked it.
She did that, his Blake.
If he liked something, she noted it.
They both headed to the bed, but Blake did it saying, “Your phone is going again, at this hour, and I hope it isn’t something else about Signe.”
On their walk, he’d told her about the Signe and the podcast. Dec had texted the link, but Dair hadn’t bothered to look at it. He’d do it tomorrow and send it to his solicitor in case Signe needed to be reminded as to the terms of the NDA.
But he went to his phone now, surprised anyone was trying to contact him, seeing it was well past midnight.
His screen told him he had two missed calls from Ned.
This, he didn’t like.
They knew Alex and Rix arrived home safe and sound. He’d been lying in bed beside Blake as she had an hour-long conversation with her sister, listening to news about the honeymoon, and telling her not only what had happened with Helena, but that she was in Scotland with Dair.
But Alex was pregnant. She was in her first trimester, where, as he understood it, more things could go wrong.
However, why would Ned be calling him and not his eldest daughter?
And at this hour?
Ned would know the time difference. And unless it was urgent, he’d wait until the morning.
He caught Blake’s eyes as he called the man back.
“Well, hell…Dair,” Ned said as greeting.
Dair didn’t like this either.
Before Dair could reply, Ned asked, “Are you with Blake?”
“Aye, of course.”
“Did I wake you?”
“We closed down a pub.”
That was over an hour ago, but Ned didn’t need to know that.
“Right, okay. Is she right there right now?”
Dair continued to gaze at Blake, and now her head was tipped to the side in curiosity, when he replied, “Aye.”
“Can you get somewhere where she isn’t?”
Goddammit.
“Aye,” he grunted and took the phone from his ear. “I need to take this and I’m going to get us some waters. I’ll be back,” he said to Blake.
“I can get us waters,” she offered.
“Dinnae move,” he commanded.
She rolled her eyes, not knowing what Dair knew.
That whatever this call was about with Ned was not good.
He went into the closet to put on some lounge pants then he moved to the stairwell, his good dog Sorcha, who quietly snoozed by the bed while her daddy and his woman were anything but quiet in it, came with him.
He was on the second flight of stairs when he went back to Ned.
“Still there?” he asked.
“Yes, Dair. Are you away from Blake?”