Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 33713 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 169(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33713 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 169(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
“Hold tight, sweetness,” he orders, his voice turning to pure gravel. He pushes into me, slow at first, thick and hot and perfect even in the freezing water. It’s so good I whimper against his throat, clutching him with my thighs as he starts to move. I bite the side of his neck, letting my teeth sink in. He groans, head tipping back, and I can tell he loves it. My hips are already rolling into his, greedy and desperate, needy as hell. This is what I want. This is what I’ve always wanted. Water splashes all around us, but nothing can drown out the slick heat driving me wild. I bite him again, harder, and Diesel just fucks me slow and deep, his cock filling me until I feel it everywhere.
God. I’m ruined. And I absolutely love it.
I get totally lost in him. The world evaporates. There’s just Diesel, all hard muscle and need, and what he’s doing to me under the water. My pussy clamps down on his cock, sending a lightning bolt of sensation straight through my brain. Holy shit. I can’t breathe, I can’t move, I can’t even think with Diesel buried so deep inside me. I swear I’m going to black out from the pleasure.
“Fuck, sweetness,” he groans, his hands digging into my hips, holding me right where he wants me. “You feel so goddamn good.” He thrusts again, slow and deep, making me see actual fucking stars for a second.
I squeeze tighter, desperate for more friction. “Harder,” I beg, barely able to get the word out.
He doesn’t need to be told twice. Diesel pins me against the cold rock, his cock ramming into me with brutal, perfect force. I swear the whole canyon can hear the filthy sounds we’re making, and I hope they do. I want the world to know I belong to this man.
Every stroke is electric. My nails score his back, and Diesel sucks on the base of my neck, hard enough to leave a mark. “You’re mine, Serenity,” he growls. “I’m never letting you go.”
That does it. I spiral out, my whole body locking up as my orgasm rips through me like a bomb. I scream his name, legs shaking, my inner walls milking his cock.
Diesel loses it. He slams into me and floods me with heat, holding me so tight I know I’ll have bruises.
Best. Ride. Ever.
We eventually climb out, drying off in the sun on the flat rocks. Diesel pulls a picnic out of his bag. He made sandwiches, some fancy fruit salad, and brought two bottles of water that are still surprisingly cool. We eat in a comfortable, companionable silence, the kind that doesn't need to be filled with chatter.
He reaches out, taking my hand in his. His palm is calloused and rough, but his grip is incredibly gentle. He doesn't say anything else, and he doesn't have to. The way he’s holding my hand says everything. He’s telling me that my dreams don't have to be small just to be secure. He’s telling me that I can have the career and the safety, but I don't have to sacrifice the passion to get it.
“I’ve never felt this happy, Diesel,” I whisper, the confession spilling out before I can stop it. “Being here… with you. It feels like I’ve been holding my breath for twenty-one years, and I finally just took a lungful of air.”
He pulls my hand to his mouth, kissing my knuckles, his eyes never leaving mine. “I love you, sweetness.”
His words should terrify me, but they have the opposite effect. For the first time in my life, calm predictability doesn’t appeal to me. Instead, I’m ready for all the chaos this smoking hot biker brings to my life. “I love you, too.”
Diesel yanks me into his lap and crashes his mouth over mine, swallowing the words before I can say anything else. His hands lock around my waist, and just like that, I’m done for. I think my soul actually leaves my body, floats up five feet, and watches while I go limp against his chest.
“Say it again,” he demands, his voice all rough whiskey and pure bossy command.
“I love you,” I whisper back, totally gone for him. “I fucking love you, Diesel.”
He lets out a noise, low and possessive, and it vibrates through me straight to my toes. “You’re mine, Serenity. From here out, you’re never getting away from me.”
Thank God for that, because it’s everything I want.
He kisses me again, harder. There’s nothing gentle about it. My lips are already tender, but I can’t get enough. My fingers tangle in his hair, tugging him closer, even though I’m basically welded to his chest.
“Never getting away,” I echo. “Hope you’re ready for a lifetime of sass, old man.”
Diesel just grins, eyes dark and hungry, and lifts me clean off the ledge like I weigh nothing. I squeal and wrap my legs around his hips. “Old man, huh? You keep talking like that, and I’ll show you what an old man can do.”