Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 68308 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68308 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
“Let’s shower before we do anything.” I have blood all over me, and some of it is now on Kinsley, too.
“All right, but I’ll send up food later,” Mom says as I take Kinsley's hand and lead her up the stairs.
"What are you not telling me?" Kinsley asks when we enter our bedroom. I suppose there is no point in hiding it. She'll find out soon enough.
"The Mary my mom was referring to, she's your Mary," I admit.
"What?" Her face scrunches in confusion momentarily before my words click. "What! How? I mean…" She trails off. I watch her, wondering if she's going to get pissed. "You're ridiculous, you know that?"
"When it comes to you, I am." I'm not ashamed to admit that. “There’s nothing I wouldn’t do to ensure your safety and happiness, Bunny.”
“I can see that.” She gives me a bright smile. “I’m not mad about it. It’s kind of sweet, and it bugged me you took so long to make us an us, but knowing you planted Mary really shows me you were getting us there.” Then her eyes start to fill with tears.
“Don’t cry.” I try not to panic.
“It’s happy tears. I promise. It means a lot that you’ve been watching out for me all this time. You really cared about me.”
“I fucking love you, Bunny. Way past caring.”
“I love you, too.”
“Then let’s wash the blood off you.” She licks her lips.
“Okay.” Her cheeks are turning pink already.
“Babe, I’ve seen you naked.” I lead her to the shower.
“I know, but I’m all vertical now. That was horizontal. Totally different.” I don’t understand that, but she’s not stopping me from stripping her out of her clothes. I ditch mine next.
“I could hang you upside down, Bunny, and you’d still be a fucking knockout.” I wrap my hand around my dick, which is already painfully hard, to prove my point. When she licks her lips again, I almost want to say, Fuck that shower. "Hands to yourself," I tell her, pulling her into the shower.
"What? Why?"
"Barely hanging on. Let me get us washed first. I need this blood off you. It's driving me nuts."
"You're already nuts," she says with a giggle, letting me guide her under the shower spray. I sink my fingers into her hair. A small moan leaves her as her eyes fall closed.
I wash every inch of her. Even with the warm water, her nipples are hard, begging for my mouth. I keep myself in check. It's a miracle that I’m able to get through washing her and drying her off without pinning her to the bathroom wall and fucking her.
“Jax.” My name comes out all breathy, and I know she, too, is barely hanging on.
“I got you,” I tell her when I finish brushing her hair and lead her back to our bed. I tug off the towel I wrapped around her, letting it fall to the floor. “You with me?” I cup her cheek with one hand, stroking it with my thumb.
“Always,” she says without hesitation.
“Then get on the bed.” Kinsey puts one knee on the bed and then the other. I watch her ass wiggle as she crawls to the center. I can see her pussy lips. I let out a groan. When she turns, dropping down onto her back, there’s a smirk on her face. I know she did that shit on purpose.
I fucking love it. I want my girl to be confident. She should be. There is no one in this world more perfect than her.
“Bunny,” I groan when she parts her thighs, an invitation I can’t refuse, welcoming me into her heaven. I go to her. My hands slide up her long legs. I kiss my way up them, torturing not only her but myself as well. “You know how long I’ve fantasized about these legs? To have them wrapped around me?”
“You make me feel sexy. I have always felt awkward with how tall I am.”
“Some insecure assholes must have put that shit in your head.” They knew they never stood a chance. I settle in between her thighs, burying my face there.
I need to feel her come for me. To know that I’ve given her pleasure after the hell of today. I’ll make her crave it so she will never try to leave me. If I were a better man, I’d walk away from her, but I can’t. She’s mine.
There would be no point to life without her, and I know if I told her I could walk away from this life and start fresh with her, she’d never allow it. In the end, though, I know she was made for this life. It has to be part of the reason I was drawn to her. Kinsley is my perfect match, and I thank all the gods that I found her so early in life.