Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24601 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24601 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
I play with her pussy until she's clenching around my fingers and babbling my name, pleading for me to let her come.
I don't. I pull my cock out instead, flipping her until she's on my lap, sinking down on me with my arms around her.
Once her ass is on my thighs and I'm buried to the hilt inside her, her body trembling around me, I press my lips against her throat, right where her pulse is racing.
"I could never turn you in, Calamity," I murmur. "Not when I love you this fucking much."
She cries out, her pulse stuttering beneath my lips. It's the sweetest response, proof that she feels me in her heart, laying claim to every inch of it.
"You're never getting rid of me." I nip her skin, lifting her up and down my cock. "No one is ever taking you from me."
She moves on me like she was made for me, her body tightening around my cock with every lift of her hips. Her breath hitches, her fingers digging into my shoulders as she starts to lose the rhythm, her control slipping.
I hold her tighter, my mouth finding hers, swallowing every sound she makes. "I love you," I tell her again, my voice rough. "Say it back, Calamity. I know you feel it."
She sobs my name instead, a broken sound that tears right through me, and then she shatters, her whole body convulsing around me as she comes. Her nails scrape down my back, the truth finally spilling out between ragged breaths. "I love you. God, I love you, Blaze."
The raw honesty in her voice sends a lightning bolt straight through me. She loves me. She isn't falling anymore. She's there—in love with me.
Thank you, God.
I don't let her catch her breath.
I roll us over, pinning her beneath me with her face pressed into the pillows and her ass in the air. She's still trembling from her climax, but I don't slow down. I grip her hips and drive into her hard and deep, claiming her with every thrust.
She lets out a choked cry, her fingers twisting in the sheets, her body arching to meet mine. I fuck her like I'm trying to brand my name on her soul, like I want her to feel me for days after.
She takes it, her sobs turning into breathless moans, her skin flushed and hot beneath my hands. The way she cries and shatters for me is perfection.
When I come, it's with a growl ripped from somewhere deep inside me, my body shuddering as I spill into her, my forehead pressed between her shoulder blades.
For a long moment, the only sound is our ragged breathing. I stay inside her, my weight resting on her lightly, not wanting to let her go. Not ever.
Slowly, I pull out and roll onto my back, pulling her against my side. She curls into me, her face buried in my neck, her body still trembling slightly.
I stroke her hair, my fingers tracing the line of her spine.
"He really knows where I am?" she whispers after a while, her voice small.
"Yeah, baby. He knows."
"And he doesn't think I did it?"
"No. He thinks Burkett's a lying crook."
She's quiet for so long, I think she might have fallen asleep. "I'm scared," she finally whispers.
"I know." I kiss the top of her head, my heart mangled. The hardest part of loving her isn't trusting her with my heart. It's knowing that I can't protect hers from feeling the bad shit—like fear. I'd feel it for her if I could, without a single second of hesitation or regret. "But I'll be right there with you. Every second."
She nods against my chest, her hand splaying over my heart. "Okay."
We lie there until her breathing evens out. I think she's finally drifted off when she speaks again.
"Blaze?"
"Yeah, Calamity?"
"Say it again."
I don't have to ask what she means. I turn my head, my lips brushing her temple. "I love you, Morgan. I love you more than I've ever loved anything in my life."
A soft sigh escapes her lips as she relaxes fully against me. "Me too."
She's nervous as hell when we pull up in front of the Sheriff's Office, her whole body vibrating with anxiety. But she slips her hand into mine and lets me lead her inside anyway, giving me more faith than I know what to do with.
Dillon is waiting for us inside his office—his actual office, not his closet.
Morgan clings to me like she's afraid he's going to rip her from my arms and slap cuffs on her.
"Hey, sweetheart," he murmurs, keeping his distance.
"H-hi," she whispers, her voice shaking. "Um…I didn't do it. And I really, really would like to not go to jail."
Dillon's expression softens. "I'm going to make sure that doesn't happen," he promises, his voice somber. "I've already called the prosecutor to request that the charges be dropped. They're finalizing the paperwork."