Total pages in book: 143
Estimated words: 141464 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 707(@200wpm)___ 566(@250wpm)___ 472(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 141464 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 707(@200wpm)___ 566(@250wpm)___ 472(@300wpm)
Heavy hands clamp down on my shoulders and he slams up into me, twisting my orgasm into something entirely new. Sharper. Deeper. I curl my hands around his arms, hanging on for dear life. My breasts bob and jiggle, and I release him to cross my arms over my chest.
“No.” He taps my arm. “Either play with your nipples or put your hands back where they were. I want to watch.” He shifts his hands to my waist, squeezing and holding me right where he wants.
I curl my fingers around his arms again.
“Good girl.” He thrusts harder, lifting his head from the pillows to watch. “Fuck.”
I cling to him, dazed from my orgasm but elated that I have the power to make him completely lose control.
Finally, he comes with a long, low groan. Our chests heave and our ragged breathing fills the room. He roughly pulls me down, hugging me to his chest and kisses my forehead. Breathing hard, eyes bright, he pulls away, eyes searching my face. “You kill me in the best way, woman.”
“You give the best orgasms.” I press a kiss over his heart. “And so many of them.”
He rumbles with laughter, his body shaking under me. Unable to get enough of him, I bury my face against his neck and lick the salt from his skin.
He laughs harder. “That tickles.”
“What?” I lick him again. “This?”
“Yes.” He peppers several stinging smacks to my butt and squeezes one cheek.
A low buzz of excitement surges through me, almost drowning out his next words.
“I love your ass.” He pops his hand against the other cheek and bites his lip. “Next time you’re wearing one of your cute dresses, I want to find a nice, secluded spot, bend you over, lift your dress and have my way with you.”
Desire explodes through me. “I’d like that.” I pop another kiss on his cheek and roll to the edge of the bed.
“Where are you going?” He sits up, reaching for my hand.
Heat streaks over my cheek. “Uh, the bathroom.”
He frowns and glances down at his body. “Yeah, I need to take care of this too.”
I scurry off to do my thing, grabbing his towel off the floor on the way. Mid-pee, he pushes the door open. I blink and stare at him. “What are you doing?”
“Getting rid of this.” He drops the spent condom in the trashcan next to my sink.
“I’m peeing.” Or I was. I’m stuck and can’t finish now.
His lips twist with amusement. “I’m covered in your fluids, but you’re worried about me hearing you pee?”
I guess he has a point. But I can’t say that. He’s too smug as it is.
He steps by me and leans into the shower, flipping the nozzle on. A hard stream of water patters against the tub. “Does that help?”
I flick my gaze to the ceiling and shake my head.
Laughing, he steps into the shower.
“Let it flow, let it flow,” he sings in a high, goofy voice. “Don’t hold it back anymoooore. Let it flow, let it floooow.”
“Oh my God!” I burst into giggles and finish my business. “Is that your version of…” It takes a moment to recognize the melody. “The song from Frozen?”
He rubs a clean spot on the glass and grins at me. “Did it help?”
I step into the shower with him. “Why do you even know that?”
“Uh, the kids watch it at the clubhouse. All. The. Time.” He clicks open my bodywash and runs his soapy hands all over me, paying particular attention to my nipples. “I don’t think I’ve ever watched it all the way through, but somehow the song gets stuck in my head.”
If that isn’t the cutest thing.
I glance down at his hands, still massaging and kneading. “I think my breasts are clean, now.”
“I like to be thorough.” He turns me toward the water and rinses the suds away.
This shower’s quicker, quieter—more about comfort than heat.
When we’re done, we towel off and climb into bed, the sheets cool against our still-damp skin.
I curl against him, head resting on his chest, our legs tangled under the covers. “I’m glad you’re staying.”
“There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.” His fingers absently rub the top of my head, gently kneading my scalp in a hypnotic way. “I’ll have to leave for church in the morning, though.”
“Mmmkay,” I mumble. “I have to be up early.” I pick up my head and find him watching me in the near-dark of my room. “What will you talk about in church? About the funeral and Wolf Knight biker-y stuff?”
He laughs softly, his chest rumbling under me. “You know I can’t tell you club stuff. But yeah, probably that.” He’s quiet for a few minutes and I rest my head on him again.
I’m half-asleep when his chest dips, and he says, “One of the Wolf Knights I talked to today wants to patch over to our club. We’re definitely discussing that.”