Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27101 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 136(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27101 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 136(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
In my fantasy, my nails dig into his back as he growls in my ear, telling me how fucking perfect I feel, how he’s never gonna let me go, how I’m his and he’s mine and—
God. I come so freaking hard. My body shakes as my pussy pulses. While my breaths come in ragged gasps, my head falls back against the tub, and I ride out the spectacular orgasm.
Damn. I’m in so much trouble here.
CHAPTER THREE
DAWSON
Monday morning hits like a punch to the chest.
My cock’s so goddamn hard, I think it might rip through my boxers, and it’s all thanks to the woman who fucking arrested me yesterday.
The minute my alarm blares, I shoot up in bed, out of breath, still caught in a half-dream where Isla Merrill’s got me pinned, wrists cuffed tight, that look on her face—all business, dead serious, but there’s a glint in her eyes, just a hint of a wicked little smirk. She knows exactly how much power she’s got over me, and it’s clear she plans to use every ounce of it. At this moment, I could probably use my cock to crowbar a car door open.
I crank the water all the way to scalding and watch as the steam fogs up the mirror. After stepping under the hot spray, I reach down and wrap my hand around my shaft. My fingers tighten in a brutal grip as my thumb swipes over the swollen, leaking head.
And fuck, the fantasy that ran through my mind on a constant loop last night hits me like a punch to the gut—Isla, all five-foot-nothing of her, shoving me back against the tiles, her shirt hanging open, those perfect fucking tits barely contained in some lacy scrap of a bra. Sweat glistens in the dip of her collarbone while her hair hangs in a wild fucking mess from where she’s yanked her ponytail free. She’s smirking, that goddamn knowing smirk, as her nails dig into my hips.
“You gonna behave this time?” she purrs, voice dripping with sin.
I try to laugh, but it comes out as a strangled gasp when her hand snakes between us, fingers curling around my cock in a grip so tight it hurts. She strokes me maddeningly slow, her thumb smearing pre-cum over the head in filthy, slick circles.
“Fuck no,” I grit out, hips jerking into her touch.
She tsks, but her eyes are dark with hunger, her lips parted just enough to show the edge of her perfect white teeth. “Didn’t think so.”
And then she’s dropping to her knees, her mouth hot and wet and perfect around me, swallowing me down like she’s fucking starving for it. Her tongue flattens against the underside of my cock, licking up every drop of pre-cum before she pulls off just to drag her teeth along the sensitive ridge, and I fucking see goddamn stars behind my closed eyelids.
My fingers tangle in her hair, holding her there as my hips snap forward, fucking into that tight, wet heat. She gags a little as her throat flutters around my cock, and the vibration has me howling.
“Jesus Christ, Isla—”
She pulls off with a filthy pop, lips glossy with spit, chin slick with it. “Don’t come too fast,” she taunts, her fingers working my shaft in rough, punishing strokes. “I have plans for your big cock.”
I have my own plans. I yank her up, spin her around, and shove her face-first against the shower wall. Her perfect ass presses back against me, begging for it, and I don’t waste a second. I hike up her skirt, rip her panties to the side, and slam into her with one brutal thrust. Fuck. I’m not going to survive this.
She screams, nails scraping against the tile, back arching as I pound into her, each snap of my hips driving her higher, harder, until she’s sobbing my name.
And when she comes, it’s with my teeth in her shoulder, my hand fisted in her hair, and my cock buried so deep inside her I can feel her inner walls pulse around me.
My eyes pop open as the fantasy evaporates. I watch my cum circle the drain, realizing these feelings aren’t going anywhere. I’ve got it bad for Isla Merrill. Real bad.
I’m barely out of the shower when my phone buzzes.
Asshole #1
you alive?
I roll my eyes and dry off before texting back.
Me
barely
Asshole #1
Pick up coffee and donuts on your way in.
Leave it to my asshole oldest brother to assume I’ll jump at his orders.
Me
You could say please.
Asshole#1
I could’ve left your dumbass in jail all night.
Fucking hell. I’m never going to hear the end of that. My only hope is Beckett finding his soulmate and acting like a dumbass so I have ammunition against him.
Me
I’ll stop on my way in.
Asshole #1
Hurry. I’m starving.
Then, in typical Beckett fashion, he sends one more text.