Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 102754 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 514(@200wpm)___ 411(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102754 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 514(@200wpm)___ 411(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
She cried out my name in return, hips jerking beneath me as she came hard, her body convulsing around mine. Her pussy clamped down in tight, rhythmic pulses, making it damn near impossible to move—but I couldn’t stop, couldn’t hold back anymore.
The first tingle hit low in my spine, then shot like lightning down to my cock, and the orgasm ripped through me like a freight train with no brakes.
I dropped forward, catching myself just enough to keep from collapsing entirely, and somehow—thankfully—found her mouth on the first try. I kissed her deeply, hungrily, moaning into her mouth as the last waves of pleasure surged through me. Her hand moved to grasp my cock again as I stroked into her in lazy, slow thrusts, riding out every second of it for both of us.
And when it was over, when the storm inside me finally stilled, I stayed right where I was, breathing hard against her mouth, feeling the slick heat between our bodies, the sheen of sweat that had gathered on both of us despite the cold air outside.
I braced for whatever she'd say next—some joke, maybe something tender. But I wasn't prepared for what she actually whispered against my cheek.
“Why didn’t we keep warm like this before?”
I huffed out a breath, equal parts laugh and groan. Sure enough, my skin was damp, flushed with heat, and hers was the same—slick, glowing, beautiful. The storm outside might’ve killed the power, but in here, wrapped in her, I felt like we could’ve melted the whole damn blizzard.
I kissed her again, slower this time. Less heat, more meaning.
I didn’t want to pull out. I wanted to stay like this, locked together, her body wrapped around mine, her breath brushing my jaw. Eventually, I knew I’d have to move. The sweat would cool, and reality would sneak its way back in. But for now, I let myself stay, my body softening only when it was ready to.
We had things to figure out and conversations to have. Truths were still buried beneath our skin, and feelings were bottled up that neither of us had dared name.
But right now, with her heart beating under mine and the storm howling beyond the window, I didn’t care about any of that. I just wanted to exist with her in this moment and hoped to hell it would lead to something more.
Chapter 9
Sayla
Ihad not a single regret about the shift in our relationship. Not one.
In fact, I was fully embracing it.
This morning, I’d woken Roque with my mouth wrapped around his cock, and judging by the way he’d groaned my name like a prayer and a curse combined, he’d woken up very happy. He returned the favor once he regained motor control, dragging me to the edge of sanity with that infuriatingly skilled tongue of his.
If I’d had my way, we wouldn’t have left that bed all day. We’d have stayed tangled in the sheets, skin to skin, living on kisses and slow touches, soaking in the newness of this thing between us.
But, of course, reality came knocking. And, like always, it didn’t wait for an invitation.
We spent the rest of the morning checking on my house—thankfully still standing—then shoveling snow, knocking ice off the gutters, and checking the essentials back at his place. Roque’s generator was still running, but we kept the heating at the bare minimum to conserve fuel. The fire in the living room had become our central hub for warmth and comfort, and honestly, I didn’t mind. There was something grounding about sitting close, wrapped in a blanket, dogs curled up nearby, with the snowstorm still rattling against the windows like it had a grudge.
Once we were back inside, I had to get to work. I had emails to answer and phone calls to make. Then, obviously, there was the insurance stuff I had to sort out and a quick catch-up with Jacinda, my sister, Evie, and some other friends. I checked in with my family to reassure them I hadn’t frozen into a popsicle. All of it was necessary, but not all of it was fun.
Roque had taken a phone call about an hour ago and vanished into the smallest of his spare rooms, the one he’d converted into a makeshift office. The second he answered, I saw the change in his face—tension, sharp and instant. His jaw clenched, and his eyes narrowed at whatever was said on the other end of that line. He hadn’t come back out yet, and judging by the closed door and the silence that followed, it was something serious. Or at least seriously irritating. I knew better than to interrupt him when he was like that.
So, I stayed in the living room, keeping to myself, surrounded by warmth and fur and the low crackle of firewood. I let the dogs curl around me—Lynyrd on my left, Skynyrd pressed against my thigh, and Dog lying with his head on my foot like some noble guardian. Their presence was oddly comforting, and they’d made themselves my unofficial supervisors as I worked on what I’d begun to call my secret project.