Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22168 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22168 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
“Fuck yeah, it is. Can’t wait to hear and see more.” He drops to his forearms, hands diving into my hair, and locks his eyes on mine. And as much as I hate that I can no longer see him tunnel in and out of me, I have to say this feels pretty freaking amazing.
“Me too.” Never have I been or thought I might be a talker during intimate times, yet with Dean, we’re able to communicate freely, even if mine comes with a lot of groaning and moaning.
“You ready?” he asks.
“Ready?” I question him, wondering what’s going on.
“Things are about to get better, sweetheart. I’m going to need you to hold on, ankles wrapped around my back, hands on my shoulders. I’m taking over and doing all the work.”
“Oh, well, then, yes, I am.” I’ve read about this before: a man who wants to take care of his woman, doesn’t want her to so much as move an inch. She’s called a pillow princess. I guess I’m in for an experience I’ve never had before.
“Fuck yeah, you are.” He slams all the way inside me. My eyes close, and I bite my lower lip and let out a whimper. “Need your eyes, Kara. Wanna make sure you’re good taking me, sweetheart.” I open them, and droplets of sweat form around his temples. His muscles ripple with each thrust, and I’m caught in a whirlwind with all of my senses coming alive.
Dean’s scent.
Dean’s voice.
Dean’s taste.
Dean’s touch.
“I’m good, so, so good.” The tips of my fingers dig into the muscles in his back when he swivels his hips, grinding his pelvis along my clit.
I come alive.
My body has a mind of its own, undulating to each plunge of his hips.
“Fuck.” I clamp down on his length when the edges of my orgasm attempt to pull me under before I’m ready.
“Close.” I don’t get any other words out. Dean’s mouth slams onto mine, tongue diving in, and he swallows my moans. My world goes dark right before bright lights flash behind my eyelids.
“Look at you,” he grunts when I rip my mouth away. “All hot for me.” A forward glide, then he continues pulling back. “And coming around my cock.” He plunges into the hilt, holding still as my pussy ripples around him.
“Dean!” I call out, my voice hoarse and my body shaking as I try to form an intelligible response, but nothing comes.
“Goddamn, Kara. You’re taking me with you.” He doesn’t stop. What he does do is change the momentum at which he was going to short and deep, hard and fast. His body locks up, and I open my eyes at the right time. Dean’s head tips back, his muscles straining, and I’m caught in the crosshairs of another orgasm rolling off the last one. My eyes close no matter how hard I try to hold them open, and I come again right along with him.
11
Kara
It’s been a couple of weeks since I moved into my apartment, met Dean, and started my new job at Barlow Auto Repair. Life has settled in, completely. Routines are in place between work, my relationship with Dean, and my brother being the softie he is, letting me bring Scout in the afternoons. I secretly think it’s prolonging the process between Nellie and Sable ganging up on him to get a puppy of their own.
I’ve just returned from picking up Scout from Dean’s place. Our routine is as follows: we pick one person’s place, then alternate nights. Scout enjoys any place as long as he’s with his people. In the morning, Dean comes home, and I head out. Scout stays with him, and when I take a break for lunch to come home, I bring Scout back with me.
It also gives Dean and me nearly a full hour without any interruptions. The first time I surprised him with lunch, the food was forgotten, and we landed in bed. Needless to say, I ate on the way back to work with Scout safely secured in the backseat, listening to him howl. He’s a food monster and will scrounge up any crumbs he can. He’ll also beg for food, hoping his puppy eyes that are oh so cute will make you feed him.
Today was a little different. Dean texted me earlier, telling me he had a meeting with the big honcho guy today and wouldn’t be at the apartment. I still swung by, made a quick sandwich, and took Scout for a short walk before I loaded him up in the car and headed back to work.
“You’re back early. Everything okay?” Colt asks me as we make our way into the office, Scout’s feet tapping away, snout in the air, and tail wagging happy as can be.
“Yeah, Dean had a meeting, and I’ve got a huge stack of invoices to work through. I might as well work.” I’m shocked Colt didn’t know already. He and Dean talk like they’re best friends; they have a little bromance going on half the time. My parents love Dean, too, as does Nellie, though I think that’s because he lets her do whatever she wants with Scout.