Total pages in book: 180
Estimated words: 176012 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 880(@200wpm)___ 704(@250wpm)___ 587(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 176012 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 880(@200wpm)___ 704(@250wpm)___ 587(@300wpm)
But I’d heard the door click shut downstairs and dipped into the closet to see who I was dealing with, when lo and behold, the girl herself wandered in.
“Ah,” she moans. “Ah.”
She rolls her hips into whoever she envisions on top of her.
Me?
Is it me she’s thinking of? What does she see? What do I look like? What am I doing to her?
She jerks, throwing her head back again and again, and my face flushes with fire, watching her finger herself like there’s a fucking guy nestled between her legs.
I can’t believe what’s happening.
Quinn?
It’s her, but it’s not.
Quinn is timid. Gentle. She’s not messy. Why is she doing this? She wasn’t fucking in love with me. It was a crush that I thought ended when she was ten.
But I watch her lifting her knees back so far I see her…
I drop my eyes, my chest caving. Quinn. A quiet kid. A little lonely. Always finding herself at my side. Did she really rush to grow up for me?
“I want my mouth on you,” she whispers.
The skin of her nipples is hard and tight, the flesh around them soft and plump, and she starts thrusting into her hand faster, almost growling.
So rough with herself. Quinn’s not rough.
I groan, leaning my arm up on the edge of the door and peering at her as I adjust my cock. Blood pumps, making my dick swell harder, and I can’t fucking leave until she’s done, and I can’t stay like this. I push my cock down as it strains against my pants. Fuck.
It’s almost as if she knows I’m watching, the view is that good.
But it’s not true. This is her home now, and she thinks I’m gone already.
I should be, but I don’t look at my watch. The hat and compass belong here. I had to bring them back. I didn’t say a proper goodbye to Madoc and Fallon, either. That needs to be done.
And Green Street… Should I have known nothing would stay buried forever?
If I interrupt her now, she’ll know I watched for several minutes. I can’t leave.
And I can’t look away. “Say my name,” I mouth.
She said she was ready, just not for me.
Who is she dreaming of then, if not me?
“Say it,” I whisper, too low for anyone to hear.
But then…
She rolls over, onto her stomach, and bends her knee out to the side. Propped up one arm, with her other hand still underneath between her legs, she fucks the mattress. “You can go harder,” she gasps.
My cock hardens like a rock, my gaze locked on her ass.
“Come on,” she pants. “Please, Noah. Harder.”
I jolt, every muscle hardening like steel. What the fuck did she say? I bare my teeth, watching her rock back and forth. Noah?
I grab my cock, ready to burst out of these doors and slice her fucking train of thought right out of her head. Dammit. I’m hard as a rock.
I still see her as a girl. Is that what she thinks? That another man will see her like this because I can’t?
I don’t want anyone else to see her like this. I…
“Come with me,” she says so sweetly. Her hair hangs in her face as she looks over her shoulder at whoever she’s dreaming is fucking her. “Come with me, come with me…”
A moan escapes me, and I bite the inside of my lip to stifle it.
She throws her hair back, the locks snaking down her back, grazing her ass, and every follicle of hair on my body rises. I can see my hand running over her spine, gripping her hair after I push whoever she thinks she wants out of the fucking way. I can feel my body thrusting into her, harder, as my mouth finds hers.
I take care of her. No one else.
God, Quinn…
I reach for the door, about to push it open. There won’t be any turning back.
“Come with me,” she whispers, and I watch her. Feeling her on top of me, riding me like she rides the mattress, as I grip her ass and feel her pant on my mouth. Come with me… The scent of her skin, the taste of her lips, the slick warmth of her pussy…
My whole body blazes and sparks under my skin, and I close my eyes as I listen to her come, damn close to spilling in my pants. I press a hand over my groin, harder.
She moans and then whimpers in a high-pitched tone.
Then there are soft, little breaths, fading away.
I open my eyes, but I don’t look at her. I stare at the floor, the sizzling embers in my brain making everything blurry.
She’s all grown up.
A beautiful, passionate young woman who can love a man with that incredible body, and they’re going to like what they see.
And feel.
I lock my jaw.
When I finally raise my eyes, she’s dressing, her gaze downcast as well.