Ours (Strength & Heat Trilogy #3) Read Online T.O. Smith

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Dark Tags Authors: Series: Strength & Heat Trilogy Series by T.O. Smith
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Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 110549 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 553(@200wpm)___ 442(@250wpm)___ 368(@300wpm)
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“How far along are you?” he asked me, referring to my pregnancy, as he nibbled along my collarbone.

“I don’t know,” I breathed, a soft moan falling from my lips as he nipped at the skin where my neck curved into my shoulder. “I just took a test today.”

“Your breasts are bigger.” I gasped softly when he slid his rough hands along my soft skin to my back where he then unclasped my bra and tossed it to the floor with my shirt.

I whimpered his name when he wrapped his lips around my nipple, sucking lightly. I tangled my fingers in his hair, clutching him to me. He growled softly as he moved back from me slightly, his hands quickly unsnapping my jeans, his eyes running over me, hunger residing in their depths.

“Been way too fucking long, baby,” he softly rasped as he began to tug my jeans down my legs with my panties.

I quickly kicked aside my shoes and toed off my socks, allowing Lincoln to completely undress me. A low rumble sounded from his chest when he ran those mesmerizing blue eyes over my body. My skin flushed under his intense gaze.

“Fucking perfect,” he rumbled.

I squeaked in shock when he lifted me onto the bathroom counter. He flashed me a wicked grin before he kneeled on the floor and yanked my thighs apart, baring me to him. I didn’t even have time to feel self-conscious before he buried his face between my legs.

“Oh, fuck,” I loudly moaned as I leaned back on my hands, my head rolling back on my shoulders when Lincoln proceeded to fuck me with that perfect tongue of his. Pure magic. He was so fucking good at this.

I was so close to coming when Lincoln suddenly stood up and pulled his cock from his sweats. He yanked me to the edge of the counter and slid inside of me. My mouth fell open into a silent ‘O’ as my pussy walls clenched around him. “Yes,” Lincoln growled as he ran those perfect hands over my neck, down my chest, and over my belly. “I fucking love watching you fall apart for me, baby.”

I slowly opened my eyes, locking them on his. I leaned forward and wrapped my arms around his neck, angling my head to kiss him. He growled and deepened the kiss. Then, he began to move in and out of me. His strokes were slow and even before he finally gave into his baser desires and began to screw up inside of me with hard, punishing thrusts. I clutched at his shoulders, loud moans and begs for more falling from my lips.

Our bodies were covered in a light sheen of sweat, making me slide on the counter as he fucked me, but I didn’t care. I didn’t want him to ever stop. I’d lost count of the number of times I had come around him, but fuck, I needed him.

“Fuck!” he shouted. He buried his face in my neck, his orgasm setting off another one of mine. My body shuddered in his arms as I cried out his name.

Lincoln laughed softly and quickly reached out to grip my hips, holding me upright when my right knee gave out beneath me. “Easy, babe.”

“Fuck, my legs feel really weak.”

He laughed again before he just quickly lifted me into his arms, carrying me toward his hospital bed. I frowned up at him in concern, not sure he should be lifting me, but he ignored my pointed look.

Jessie stepped into the room just as Lincoln laid me on the bed. Jessie flashed me a knowing grin. “Had enough, baby girl?” he asked me. Lincoln took a seat on the bed next to me.

I shrugged. “For now,” I cheekily responded.

Jessie barked out a laugh and handed Lincoln a bag of Chinese. “The smell of the food doesn’t make her sick, so I grabbed this for you. Hope that’s fine,” Jessie told him.

Lincoln shrugged. “I’m fucking starving, so anything is good right now.”

I turned on my side and folded my hands under the pillow. Jessie leaned over the bed and brushed his lips with mine. “You look tired, baby girl,” he noted.

I yawned. “I’m always tired these days,” I reminded him. Then, I yawned again. Shit, I needed some sleep.

Jessie shrugged his jacket off his shoulders and draped it over me. “Get some rest, babe,” he gently instructed. “Lincoln isn’t going anywhere. We’ll both be here when you wake up,” he assured me.

Lincoln leaned over and brushed his lips with mine. “Sleep, baby. You’re not just taking care of yourself anymore.”

I yawned again. “I love you both,” I whispered, already half asleep, not really realizing what I was saying.

Lincoln ran his fingers over my cheek. “I’ll cherish those words the rest of my life,” Lincoln softly responded. “Pretty sure I’ve always loved you, West. Now, sleep,” he ordered.


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