Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 68735 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68735 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
“It was a baby wave,” he snorted. “If you want to see a monster wave, you should come during the winter. That’s when all the badasses come out to surf.”
I couldn’t imagine a bigger wave than that one.
I might not be able to watch him surf if they were any bigger. I’d be terrified.
“Don’t worry,” he said as he read the look in my eyes. “I’m not good enough to play with the big boys. I only do it recreationally.”
Relief hit me at his words.
But before I could ask him anything else, he bent down, and I was all of a sudden upside down, staring at those wet shorts clinging to his shapely ass.
“Audi!” I laughed as he carried me through the sand.
Effortlessly, might I add.
I’d gotten out of breath just walking down here while he carried my chair, my drink, my towel, and his surfboard.
Now he was carting me around like I weighed nothing.
“Where are we going, sir?” I teased as I tickled his butt.
“Taking you up on your earlier offer,” he said as he got to the porch steps.
I giggled as he punched in the gate code, then laughed when the gate nearly slammed behind us.
He took the steps two at a time, and seconds later, I was on my knees in the lounger with my ass in the air, and my head resting on the cool material.
“Fuck, you’re pretty,” he said as he smoothed his hand over my ass, stopping when his thumb swept over my pussy lips.
I bit my lip and wiggled my hips, begging for more.
His thumb dipped inside, testing my readiness.
I hissed out a breath, pushing against him, getting just a little bit more of him inside of me before he pulled away.
“Audi,” I moaned.
“Calm, princess,” he said as he lined his cock up with my pussy. “I’ll fill you up.”
That he did.
He pressed forward, and damned if he didn’t fill me up so nicely.
“Yessss,” I hissed out as he pushed and pushed, until he was finally bottomed out deep inside of me. “Oh, god. Yes.”
“That’s it,” he said as he dragged my hips back toward the saddle of his hips. “That’s right, princess. That’s so good.”
He groaned when I squeezed my muscles around him, begging him without words to move.
He didn’t, but what he did do was pull me up, hand around my throat. When I was where he wanted me, he twisted my chin toward him and kissed the hell out of me.
Only when he was satisfied with the kiss did he start to move, but he kept hold of my neck, keeping my head turned, as we breathed each other’s breath.
He fucked me hard then, pummeling inside of me until I couldn’t breathe.
The orgasm exploded out of me with very little warning, and I was crying out into his mouth as he once again slammed his mouth down onto mine.
He gave two more shallow thrusts, and then he was following in my footsteps.
His growl into my mouth sent tingles down my spine.
I cried out as his hand tightened around my throat, and god help me, I came all over again, surprised by the aggressiveness of the act.
I liked it, though.
I liked it so much that when he pulled away, eyes wide, I said, “That was the best orgasm I’ve ever had in my life.”
His eyes studied me, taking in every nuance of my expression, and his muscles loosened.
“Fuck, that scared me,” he said. “I don’t want to ever scare you. I think I might die if you looked at me like that.”
I patted his chest and said, “Let me clean up. Your phone’s ringing inside.”
He chuckled as he pulled away, and I was very aware of his release running down the inside of my thighs.
As I got up, I gave him a sultry look, then headed for the shower so I could wash away the sun. But I did stop long enough to say, “Hey, don’t forget about my chair!”
He winked at me and headed back down the porch steps, ignoring his phone.
I did, too, and headed for the shower.
When I was halfway through with my hair, he came into the room talking on speakerphone, but his eyes never left me as he placed the phone on the top rail of the shower and entered the shower.
Twenty-Three
I feel like if he can handle working in this hot weather, he can handle my attitude.
—Creole’s secret thoughts
CREOLE
“Hey, man,” I heard the man say. “I heard you’re in town?”
“Hey, buddy. How’s it going?” Audric asked as he pulled my body into his. “I heard you got married and didn’t invite me.”
“I didn’t invite anyone,” he admitted. “It was a secret ceremony just for us. We started to do the whole big ceremony thing, but our mothers were nuts, and my girl was depressed as hell. So I took her off to our secret place and married her with a priest and my girl’s little brother as a witness.”