Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75288 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75288 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
She wraps a hand around my base and strokes me with her other, and if I were a younger man, I’d never be able to hold back. With the luxury of age, I get to enjoy watching her for a while.
Her hands make me look massive. She runs her fingers over the veiny ridges, and my cock goes hard as steel.
Her tongue darts out to lick her lips, and then she brings that sweet mouth to me, though she looks daunted. “Not sure how much of you I can manage,” she says before taking my tip inside her hot, wet mouth.
Her tongue laves over me as she gradually takes me deeper, pumping me in her fist all the while.
It’s been a long time, but I’m sure it never felt this good, and that’s because it’s Kira.
Strong, capable, trusting Kira.
As she sucks my cock and looks up at me like she can’t get enough of it, I have to fight to hold off, maturity be damned.
Lightning races down my spine, my balls tighten. “Gonna come,” I manage to grunt.
She holds on tight. Doesn’t miss a beat. She keeps on as I start to erupt, sucking greedily, swallowing down everything I have to give her.
This woman. Fuck.
I spread the blanket on the floor again, and we lie there afterward, smiles on both our faces. The workshop’s quiet except for the hum of the heater and the wind moving through the trees outside.
Kira idly traces the line of my ribs with the tips of two fingers.
She chose me.
Not instead of Andrew, not over anyone else. She chose me with them.
I move carefully as I slide an arm around her shoulders. I half expect her to pull away now that the moment’s over, but she doesn’t. She presses closer and fits her cheek against my chest like it belongs there.
There are no words for what that does to me.
As we lie there, breathing together, snow crunches outside. The steps are too deliberate and even to be wildlife.
Kira feels my muscles tighten and looks up. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” I say automatically. I tilt my head and listen harder. More steps, growing fainter, moving away.
“Viper?” she guesses.
“Yeah.”
She turns to look up at me. “He always knows where everyone is. Does he ever stop?”
“No.” I keep my tone even, but I know damn well Viper knows we’re in here together. He might not know exactly what we’ve been doing, but he probably clocked the occupied workshop well over an hour ago.
“I don’t think I’ve ever heard him sound tired,” she says.
I exhale and stroke her arm. “He doesn’t get tired. He redirects.”
“How do you mean?”
I look up at the rafters while I search for the right words. “He doesn't slow down. He stacks one mission on top of the next so he doesn’t have to look up.”
She frowns. “That sounds lonely.”
“It is.” After a pause, I add, “By design.”
Kira props herself on an elbow and studies my face. “He’s hard to read.”
“Also by design. If you can’t read him, you can’t get close enough to distract him,” I explain.
“And yet,” she says quietly, “he watches everything.”
“Especially you.” I look back at the empty space above us and think about all the subtle ways Viper’s changed since Kira’s been here.
“Do you think he feels the same way you do?” she asks.
I see how he looks at her, how it’s different from his usual vigilance. He’s different when she’s around, but it’s not my place to answer.
“I think,” I say carefully, “Viper feels more than he allows himself to acknowledge. And when he does … he avoids it.”
“I don’t want to assume. Or push him.”
“You shouldn’t. But if you want to know where you stand with him, you’re going to have to ask him. He won’t offer it up on his own.”
She rests her forehead against my shoulder and sighs. “Of course he won’t.”
I tighten my arm around her. “He’s not good at wanting things he can’t control.”
“That makes three of you.”
I laugh and press a kiss into her hair. “He’ll come around. In his own time.”
She looks hopeful, and for a moment, part of her is elsewhere, probably out there walking the grounds with him. I bite back a flare of jealousy and try to absorb the understanding that Kira’s feelings for Viper don’t need to be a loss.
This isn’t about ownership.
I breathe in the scent of her soap and shampoo, and tighten my arm around her, anchoring myself to the way she feels against me, and to the fact that she’s with me because she wants to be.
CHAPTER 32
KIRA
Boyd helps me put on my boots, then holds my coat so I can slip my arms into the sleeves.
When I tuck my bra into one of the pockets, he gives me a wicked smile, his eyes darting to my chest. I think he might have a favorite part when it comes to my body.