Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 70417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
I personally felt she had saved me.
Our life now was far different from when we met. Neither of us pretended anything anymore.
I was Cian—finally just Cian again. Anthony was now only a ghost of my past—I was living a life of peace.
She was my Skylar. She was sweet and loving, with no need for the false bravado she projected so vehemently when I first encountered her, cursing and scared in the warehouse.
She still cheated at cards and board games and back-talked me every chance she got—and I wouldn’t change it, or her, for the world. I still grinned when she called me fuckwit. It usually happened during one of our arguments or when I was teasing her too much. It often was a prelude to make-up sex or a hot make-out session on the beach, so it was all good with me.
The sun bathed us in its glow, the warmth getting stronger.
“What do you want to do today, Kitten? Go into town? Take a boat ride?” I lowered my mouth to her neck, slowly swirling my tongue on her soft skin. “Go back to bed?” I murmured hopefully.
“Hmmm,” was her only response.
Encouraged, I dragged my lips to her ear, tugging on the lobe. “We could play a little game, and later, I’ll make you breakfast.”
“A game?” She whimpered as I kissed the sensitive spot behind her ear.
“One of my favorite games,” I whispered. “The bronco game.”
“Bronco game?”
“Yeah. You sit on my cock, and I’ll try to buck you off. You can even cheat and hold on.”
She started to giggle, her shoulders shaking. I grinned against her cheek. “I’ll let you ride me—hard. Keep the game even.”
She jumped up, laughing. “I bet you would, fuckwit.”
“Skylar…” I growled in warning.
And she was off.
“You want it, come get it!” she shouted over her shoulder, heading for the water.
I scrambled to my feet—the game was so on.
The water was warm, the sun warmer on my back as I thrust into her, the waves rolling around us as we sank into the wet sand. Skylar gripped my shoulders, arching into me as she groaned my name. I buried my face into her neck as I rocked into her, lost in the intensity of the moment.
Bucking Bronco had become another game entirely. A far wetter, sandier one. I had chased her around the beach, knowing full well she wanted to be caught. She squealed and laughed as I grabbed her around the waist, falling into the water and kissing her until we were both breathless. Moments later, my boxers and her clothing were being tossed around in the waves and she was trapped underneath me, our wet bodies sliding together—both of us wanting and ready. The feeling of her warmth and the sounds of her pleasure drove me toward my release—fast.
I could never have her enough. Countless dishes had been broken from being swept to the side in the kitchen, towel bars had to be rehung, doors reinstalled—we’d left a trail of destruction since coming here to this small piece of paradise. Both Sean and Julia insisted they’d seen my bare ass so often, they could pick it out in a lineup. I informed them to stop dropping by unannounced and stick to their side of the beach. Skylar simply giggled and told them it was a great ass and she hated to see it covered up. She hung a bell by the edge of the beach and told them to ring it before they came too close, but the breeze that flowed around the island moved it so often I was constantly yanking up my pants, so I tore it down and decided they could yell instead.
Hovering over Skylar, I kissed her, gathering her into my arms as I slid us both back into the warm water of the ocean, letting it wash away the sand and the remnants of our passionate coupling.
She wrapped her arms around my neck, her head resting on my shoulder as the water swirled about us. “You owe me breakfast.”
I chuckled. “I do.”
“I want pancakes.”
“Good thing since it’s one of the few things I can make.”
“Then we need to go into town.”
“Need, Kitten? What’s up? You out of backgammon checkers? You’ve been eating them like…well, like candy.”
She giggled. “They are candy, Cian.”
I laughed with her. We had a real backgammon board and pieces now, but Skylar still liked using jujubes—besides the fact that she loved eating them, they made it easier for her to cheat.
“So, a candy run—is that what’s on for today?”
“I need a few other things.”
I nipped her lobe, tugging on the soft flesh. “You’re being very mysterious. You got some big plan, MacGyver? Busting someone out of the local jail? Blowing up a bank?”
She leaned back, her expression now nervous. “No.”
I kissed the end of her nose. “I’m teasing, Skylar. Whatever you want to go in for is fine.”