Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76693 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76693 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Just as he thought. Playing with him made her hot and bothered. Because of that, everything she had done to him so far had been one hundred percent worth it.
Well, maybe not the ball slapping. She could’ve omitted that.
Hope rose on her knees and shuffled forward until she was hovering over his mouth. He raised his head and used the tip of his tongue to tickle the damp curls hiding her clit.
That was only a taste and he wanted more. The scent of her arousal was making his mouth water. He was more than ready to chow down on the rest of the meal.
“Tap my leg if you get to the point you can’t breathe.”
“Maybe I won’t be able to since my hands will be busy. Who said I won’t shove two fingers up your ass?”
She smiled down at him. “Then use your other hand to tap my leg.”
“That’s going to be playing with your clit while I tongue fuck you.”
Her smile quickly disappeared and heat filled both her eyes and her cheeks. “I think we need to stop talking and start doing. You were right. We’re running out of time.”
“Now you’re in a rush?”
“Hush,” she scolded gently and dropped down until his face was buried in her cunt.
That was a good way to shut him up. His preferred way, actually.
He lapped up the sweet, tangy goodness and sucked hard on her clit, causing her to whimper.
He’d hooked up with a few guests in the months that he’d worked on the ranch, but none had been as responsive as Hope. She never held back on her reactions.
“Fuck me. With your tongue. With your thumb. Make me come, Handsome. Make me squirt all over your beard.”
He’d be glad to help with that by tonguing her pussy while thumbing her clit.
Seconds later, little whimpers filled his ears and she began to rock back and forth, grinding her pussy harder on his face.
“Yes, like that.” With a long groan, she continued to circle her hips.
He didn’t even attempt to be gentle as he sucked each fold into his mouth and scraped his teeth along the sensitive flesh. Then he went back to stabbing his tongue as deep as he could into her slick slit.
While he couldn’t see it, he knew exactly when she reached back and grabbed the chain to the nipple clamps. How? Because she ripped on that damn chain, making his back bow.
She did it one more time before sinking almost all of her weight on him, effectively smothering him.
He was worried for a moment there that he might actually have to tap out.
Luckily, seconds later, she screamed, “I’m coming!” and he caught the rush of arousal on his tongue. She moved before he started gasping for breath and smiled down at him. “Look at that messy beard. I did that,” she announced proudly.
He refrained from wiping his face before returning that smile. “I helped.”
“You certainly did, Handsome.”
Now they needed to do a quick clean up and vacate the room before one of his own security officers began banging on the door to evict them.
Chapter Seventeen
Nolan blindly stared inside the open refrigerator, the cool air kissing his skin as it escaped the interior.
He jumped when thick, muscular arms circled his waist and a pair of soft lips, accompanied by a scratchy beard, brushed over his bare shoulder.
Cam’s husky question filled his ear. “What are you looking for?”
“World peace?”
“You won’t find it in my fridge.”
Nolan turned within his arms. “I don’t think we’ll find it outside of your fridge, either.”
They shared a quick kiss.
Why did standing in Cam’s kitchenette make him feel so content? Make him feel at home when he’d only moved in less than forty-eight hours ago?
When Cam finally pulled away, Nolan mourned his touch for a second before grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge door and shutting it. “I can’t believe I’m here for good.” He cracked the lid on the bottle and swallowed a mouthful.
They had just come back from their morning bike ride and had “saved water” by showering together. Though, they did get a little dirty in the shower.
His condo was now on the market and all the items he wouldn’t need at this point had been moved into a storage unit close by in Fisher Falls. Since living with Cam was only temporary, he’d need all his belongings and furniture later when he found his own place.
When he’d arrived late two nights prior, after a long, exhausting drive, he had parked the box truck he’d rented by the resort’s equipment shed. Once Cam was done with work the next day, they, as well as some of Cam’s security guards, had unloaded it in a much shorter amount of time than it had taken him to load it.
But because they’d been busy since Nolan returned, they hadn’t had time to get together with Hope.