Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 39540 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 198(@200wpm)___ 158(@250wpm)___ 132(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39540 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 198(@200wpm)___ 158(@250wpm)___ 132(@300wpm)
As my breathing settled and my heart rate returned to normal, I nuzzled her neck and shoulder while she clung to me, her fingers once again in my hair as she held me to her.
“Thank you.” Her voice was soft and drowsy. “That was so wonderful.”
“Yeah. So worth the fuckin’ wait. So fuckin’ worth everything…”
I knew I needed to get up and help her clean herself or something. I definitely needed to pull out of her pussy, but I couldn’t seem to make myself. Instead, I settled myself on top of her, my dick still firmly inside her, not softening one bit. I took a breath…
And I was out.
Chapter Nine
Pippa
“What the everlastin’ fuck, Gunnar?!”
I let out a surprised squeak as something removed the most wonderfully heavy, delicious-smelling weighted blanket from my body I’d ever had the pleasure of sleeping under. After such a long time in hell, the loss was traumatic and I whimpered my displeasure.
“Get the fuck off my daughter!” The enraged roar was followed by a punishing fight. I sat up in shock, pulling the covers over my naked body on instinct.
“Stop it!” I screamed at the two men, but no one was paying me any attention. I reached for my phone, unsure who I was planning on calling, when another man sauntered into the room like he owned the place.
“For Christ’s sake, Knuckles. What the fuck did you expect?” The other man didn’t attempt to pull Knuckles off Gunnar. Instead, he leaned against the wall… drinking a cup of coffee? I could smell it from here! My gaze locked on the lidded cup and it was on.
“I’ve not had coffee in… Ohmigod!” I jumped from the bed and in the direction of the older man standing there all cozy with a grin on his face like this was all a big fucking joke, when I was still half asleep and hadn’t had coffee in FOREVER! “Gimmie!”
“Oh, shit.” The guy with the coffee straightened and I wasn’t sure if he was trying to guard his coffee from me or hand it over, but he had both hands around his cup. All I could comprehend in that moment was a mean man was withholding my coffee. “Gunnar!” Gunnar’s name was barked like a whip of command. Both Gunnar and Knuckles stopped fighting, but I couldn’t be bothered. Coffee!
I snatched the cup from the guy’s hands and popped the lid off, looking at the dark liquid from heaven and inhaled deeply. I moaned in pleasure even before I took a delicate sip. Even black and so strong the shit could probably jump out and walk on its own, it was the most delicious concoction I’d ever tasted.
“Christ.” Someone wrapped a blanket around my shoulders and spun me around. “Bathroom, Pippa. Now.” The order was sharp and followed by a swat to my ass which would have made me jump but I had bigger problems. Like how to walk and drink a full cup of coffee with no lid.
Gunnar guided me into the bathroom, one hand firmly on my lower back. I clutched the coffee mug to my chest, taking small sips as I shuffled along. My mind was still foggy with sleep and caffeine deprivation.
“Drink your coffee and get cleaned up,” Gunnar said gruffly, though his touch remained gentle. “I’ll deal with our… company.” He winced as he finished, scrubbing the back of his neck before meeting my gaze and holding it.
I blinked up at him, finally registering his disheveled appearance and the red mark blooming on the side of his face. “Oh my God, are you OK?” I reached up to touch his face but he caught my wrist, hesitating before he relaxed and gave me a soft smile, letting me pet his damaged cheek.
“I’m fine. Just focus on waking up properly. I’ll handle things out there.” His eyes softened as he looked at me. “Take your time, sweetheart. I’ll snag you some clothes.”
“Might want to snag some for yourself, though I can’t say I don’t appreciate the view.”
Gunnar glanced in the mirror at himself and his face flushed red under the forming bruise, which was kind of cute. “Fuck.” He glanced back at me and shook his head. “Fuck.” I couldn’t help it. I burst into giggles and threw myself at him. Gunnar chuckled with me, holding me tight. “Yeah. Clothes for both of us. Though, if our dads don’t want to see us naked, they shoulda fuckin’ knocked.” He pulled me up for a quick, hard kiss. Which turned into something a little hotter than either of us intended, but fuck those guys outside.
I urged Gunnar to deepen the kiss, thrusting my tongue into his mouth as his hands slid down to cup my ass. He pressed me against the bathroom counter and I moaned into his mouth, the coffee momentarily forgotten as desire flared between us. His erect cock pressed insistently against my stomach and I arched into him, craving more.