Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 92941 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 465(@200wpm)___ 372(@250wpm)___ 310(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92941 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 465(@200wpm)___ 372(@250wpm)___ 310(@300wpm)
“Why are you still dressed?”
It took seconds to shove my trousers and boxers out of the way. The moment I was bare, I pressed forward, and her hand was there to meet me, her fingers between her legs positioning me at her entrance.
We both groaned as I slid inside.
“Yes,” Reese whispered, bracing her hands against the side of the car.
It was better than the first time, and I hadn’t realized that it could be better than the first time. Reese was so wet that the sound of me sliding in and out of her was obscene. Her muscles clenched as she panted, her back arching even more.
She felt so good it was fucking terrifying. Nothing else would ever feel as good as being inside Reese. Nothing else would even come close.
“Please,” she gasped, her hand sliding back between her legs. The tips of her fingers brushed against my balls as she manipulated her clit.
I clenched my teeth. We were scratching an itch. It was nothing more than that, but I refused to come so soon. I doubted she’d ever let me live it down.
“Beau,” she gasped. “Jesus, bite me already.”
“You’re not in charge of that,” I argued, wrapping my hand gently around the front of her throat. The moment I bit her, it was over. There was no way I could hold out.
“Please, I’m already on edge,” she breathed. “I don’t want to come the other way. It’s not as good. It’s—” Her words broke off on a moan as I urged her up until her back touched my chest. It wasn’t an attractive position. To anyone else, we probably would’ve looked ridiculous. She was so much shorter that I had to widen my feet and bend my legs to compensate. We were half bent over the trunk, fully dressed, and I could feel the heat in my face from trying to hold back—but it felt so fucking incredible.
Letting go of her throat, I pulled my hand to my mouth and nicked the skin. The moment I had it in front of her mouth, she latched on, pulling so hard that I felt it in my balls. Gods. Jerking my head forward, I bit into the tender skin of her neck and groaned as her pussy pulsed around me and the taste of her flowed over my tongue. The orgasm went on for so goddamn long that my legs were rubbery by the time she let go of my hand, licking it softly before dropping her head back on my shoulder.
“Holy fuck,” she murmured, sagging against me. “Is it always going to be like that?”
“I think so.”
“Why does anyone ever get out of bed?”
I let out a huff of laughter as I pulled out of her and helped her steady herself against the car.
“Dammit,” she griped, glancing at me over her shoulder. “I missed it.”
After quickly yanking my trousers back up, I reached for the boxers around her ankles.
“Why do you wear men’s underwear?”
“Really?” she asked, helping me pull them up. “That’s what you want to talk about?”
“I’ve never been with any other woman that does.”
She sent me a sharp look over her shoulder and jerked her jeans up her thighs. “I don’t need to hear about your other conquests.”
“Oh, now you don’t want to talk about it?” I asked in amusement.
“Nope.”
It was strange to watch the bond strengthening in real-time. It had been less than an hour since she had talked about other lovers, but suddenly, the idea made her angry.
“Is my hair a mess?” she asked grouchily, stomping toward her door.
“It looks the same,” I replied, following her so I could open it.
“I can get my own door.”
“I’ll get it.”
“Maybe I want to do it,” she argued.
“Sorry.”
“Next time, I’ll do it myself.”
“No.”
“You’re so fucking irritating.”
“I’m hurt,” I replied dryly.
It was actually amusing to see her so discomposed. I threw the door shut as soon as she’d climbed inside and heard her screech of frustration as I walked around to my own door. By the time I sat down, she’d pulled the mirror down in the sunshade and was desperately pulling her fingers through her hair.
“You said it looks the same,” she snapped, turning toward me with wide eyes, her reddish blond hair wild around her face. “Are you serious?”
“Yes, I’m serious.” I started the car and pulled back onto the driveway, turning back toward the house.
“It’s a mess!”
“It’s exactly the same as you had it at work this morning.”
“It is not!”
“That’s not how you normally wear it?” I asked curiously. I thought the wild mane of hair was a deliberate choice.
“I can’t meet your parents like this.”
“Sure, you can.”
“No, really. There’s a hole in the ass of my jeans, I look like I put my finger in a light socket, and I’m not even wearing a bra.”
“You’re not?”
“No,” she retorted. “And just to be completely transparent, a little nipple play goes a long way when you’re having sex, especially when they’re just out there for the taking!”