Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 77961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Rory’s breath hitches. “In the movies, when people end up in bed together after almost dying, they always end up having sex, right? I wonder why that is.”
“Do you really?”
She shakes her head, tickling my nose with her soft hair. “No, not really. I think it’s about forgetting, at least a little bit. And proving that they’re still alive.”
“I think you’re right.” I lean in and trap her earlobe between my teeth, biting down just hard enough to make her gasp. “Do you want me to make you feel alive, baby?”
She melts in my fucking arms, her ass pillowing my swollen cock. I slide a hand up to her breast and let my palm tease her nipple until it's hard as a pebble. Rory moans, and I feel the sound all the way in my balls.
“Please.” Her voice is a breathy plea.
If that's what she wants, I'm fucking happy to give it to her.
“Roll over, baby. Let me see you.”
9
RORY
Moonlight mixes with the spotlights over the Screaming Eagles compound, giving just enough ambient light to see each other in the dark. He’s propped up on one arm beside me, looking my way with lust, but something else, too. Appreciation, and he makes no attempt to hide it. I saw the women at the bar. A man like him would never be alone for long if he wants company, but he’s still looking at me like I’m the only one that’s ever mattered.
“Beautiful,” he whispers reverently. And if that isn't confirmation enough, the way his shorts are stretched to be their limit definitely is, the thin jersey cotton showing everything.
Who even am I anymore? After being cautious for so long, they make me want to, well, want. What we did on the plane was spontaneous and a little—okay a lot—crazy, but this is slower. More deliberate. What’s a one night stand on a plane? One flight stand? Does it still count as one if there are three guys?
“Penny for your thoughts,” he says, tracing a finger from the hollow of my throat and down through the valley between my breasts.
“I want to be the person that does this,” I admit softly. “To be free.”
Diesel palms my side and kisses my shoulder, flicking his tongue over my skin. “What’s stopping you? This seems like a pretty good start to me.”
He’s right, isn’t he? Maybe this wasn’t exactly how I planned to start my independence, but just for tonight I can leave my guilt and worries for tomorrow. I want to forget for a little while, and I think Diesel might be just the ticket.
I reach out and trace the bleeding heart tattoo he has over the left side of his chest. Then I stretch up and kiss it, feeling the beat of his heart under my lips. Not as fast as mine, but slow and steady.
He cups my chin and tips my face so I’m looking him in the eyes. Rough fingertips skirt down my neck. “I fucking love how you look right now, baby girl. Pretty, naked and brave enough to know what you want.”
Then he kisses me with lips that have no business being this soft on such a hard man. Touches me with clever fingers exploring closer and closer to the junction of my thighs. Centers me with the warmth of his strong body rubbing against me.
“That's nice,” I say with a sigh when we separate.
“Just nice?” He huffs a short laugh. “Fuck, I better step up my game.”
“No, I mean—”
“Shh.” Looking me right in the eyes, he puts his two middle fingers in his mouth and makes them wet, before finally putting them where they belong, parting my folds and stroking the sensitive skin there. Not that he needed to, since I'm already so slick for him.
His fingertips drag over my clit, and I gasp, my fingers tightening uselessly against his chest. I arch into him as he leans in and captures my nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it and making it tingle.
“Really nice?” I gasp.
“Really?” A sharp sting shoots from my nipple. He bit me! I squeal in surprise, but he kisses it better right away. A pulse of heat radiates south, down to deep in my belly. “Just really?”
I slide my fingers into his unruly hair. It’s short, but thick, and long enough for me to hold on to. Getting impatient, I urge him back to my breast, showing him exactly where I want his lips. Even his teeth. He laughs softly, his breath hot over my skin.
Meanwhile, his other hand stays on my pussy, stroking lightly, testing my responses until my hips start to move, asking for more. He slides his thick finger inside me, curling it to stroke and find out what I like. I suck harsh air between my teeth and tighten my grip on his hair as pure pleasure radiates from my core.