Total pages in book: 168
Estimated words: 159420 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 797(@200wpm)___ 638(@250wpm)___ 531(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 159420 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 797(@200wpm)___ 638(@250wpm)___ 531(@300wpm)
“I’m that girl.”
He squeezes some more and I arch my back, struggling to breathe. “You’re that girl.”
I lick my lips. “What does that… what does that girl get in return?”
He runs his eyes all over me, squeezing and squeezing my throat before coming even closer. He rolls his body onto mine and settles between my thighs. His hard cock slides over my swollen and wet cunt as he rasps, starting to rock, “My air. My blood.” I gasp as he hits my clit and continues, “My cum, my spit.”
To demonstrate, he squeezes my throat so hard, my lips fall open and he spits in my mouth before thrusting his tongue inside my mouth and kissing me hard. Then, “My body and soul.”
This time when he squeezes my throat, my moans become squeaks and all my breaths are cut off. I feel like I’m going to pass out. But in the last second, he comes down on my mouth and saves me. He fills me with his air and gives me second life. At which point his rocking speeds up and I come, writhing under him. He breaks the kiss then and lifts himself up. He comes up to his knees, all bare and beautiful, and he jacks himself off, watching me tremble for him as I lie there, tied up.
His eyes move over my bound form, frantically, much like his hand on his cock, taking in my arched back, my flushed skin, the rope he’s used on me. Just as I call out his name, he comes. His cock pulses in his hand and paints me in his cum in thick streams. Completing this almost ritualistic union where he gave me his air, his spit, and his cum. He’s already shed his blood one too many times for me. And I send out a wish, purely for selfish reasons: that somehow, someway, I get to keep his body and his soul too.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
“I REALLY THINK you need furniture,” I tell him in bed one night.
We’ve just had sex, and in his typical fashion, he’s rolled me onto my side and covered me with his body. His face is in my hair, and his massive arm around my tiny waist is keeping me secure against his back.
I squeeze his arm, trying to get his attention. “Radisson, are you listening to me? I think you at least need a TV.”
“Don’t watch TV,” he mumbles into my neck.
“Okay, how about more books then?”
“Got all the books I need at Rawhide.”
“But you’re not at Rawhide.”
“Not goin’ into town to fuckin’ buy books.”
“Why not?”
He simply squeezes my waist in response.
“Okay, fine. You don’t want to leave me alone,” I concede. “Although, I will say why not because if this place is so secure, with cameras and everything, you going into town for an hour or two shouldn’t be an issue.”
His response is another flex of his arm around me and a growl.
I roll my eyes. “Have you ever heard of online shopping?” I chew on my lip then. “Actually, I don’t think that’s an option, because if this place is so super remote, I don’t think Amazon would deliver here. Ugh.” I poke his ribs with my elbow. “Radisson? Are you asleep?”
“Yeah,” he rumbles.
I sigh sharply. “No, you’re not.”
“Only ’cause you won’t stop gabbin’.”
Another poke of my elbow. “You could gab with me.”
He hums and if I didn’t know better, I’d think he’s seriously considering giving my suggestion a thought. But I do know him better, and he proves me right by what he says next: “Given how you ask all the questions and then turn around and answer them yourself, I don’t think you need anyone to gab with you.”
“Whatever,” I mutter, poking him again, and I swear I hear him smile. “I just don’t really get why you bought this place when you won’t even furnish it. Also, why is this place so far away from Rawhide when all your family is there?”
“’Cause this used to be my daddy’s place, where he grew up,” he says, and my heart jumps like it does every time he shares little pieces of information with me. “He wanted to move here one day. After Rawhide.” He lets a few moments pass in silence before adding, “He loved Rawhide, loved workin’ with Mars and everyone else. My ma loved takin’ care of her sister’s children too. But they never understood or agreed with the Grayson–Turner rivalry. My father supported Mars in his endeavors, but it wasn’t where his heart was, fightin’ for land. He was a worker, a nurturer, a cowboy. So his dream was to leave one day, when the time was right, go back to his own land.”
I hear him swallow behind me and my eyes sting. He told me about his family moving in with the Graysons after their parents died, which is how he came to be so close to them. But I didn’t know his family wanted nothing to do with the rivalry. Something, unfortunately, that comes with being involved with either a Grayson or a Turner.