Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 46098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
“That’s it,” I urged, hips still working. “Take it. Milk my cock, angel. Fuck, yeah. Squeeze it. Let me feel you. Oh fuck.”
Her release stuttered and rolled, then settled into aftershocks that made her clench in little grabs that were going to be the end of me. I let her wrists go and slid my hand under her lower back to arch her into me. The angle was brutal and perfect, and I couldn’t hold out any longer.
“I’m gonna fill you,” I ground out, my words a promise. “Every drop. You’ll feel me leaking out of you when you walk, and you’ll think about me with every step.”
“Yes,” she breathed, dazed and high on it.
I went still and then drove once—hard and deep. The heat hit me like being knocked into a wave. I groaned against her throat as I spilled inside her, thick and hot, grinding deep as if I could force it higher, sealing us together, making damn sure every drop stayed where I wanted it. The possessive side of me howled with satisfaction, while the part that could still think groaned at my own lack of restraint even as it knew I wasn’t sorry.
I stayed buried, breathing hard against her mouth as her aftershocks fluttered. When I’d pumped out every last spasm and my heartbeat came back from the ragged edge, I realized my hands were gripping her hips hard enough to bruise, like my body had forgotten how to let her go.
I eased out slowly, watched her body try to hold me. The slick shine at the seam of her sex as I withdrew, and something feral and satisfied curled up with a grin. I didn’t say it aloud; I didn’t have to. She saw it in my face and flushed all over again.
I rolled us so she was sprawled on my chest, her hair a dark spill across my skin. One hand slid down her back, anchoring her there.
I pressed my mouth to her hair and let a slow breath out. “You praise Nitro’s steak again, I’ll live,” I said into the quiet, because I owed her something lighter before the weight returned. “Touch him again, and we’re circling back to the spanking.”
Her blush warmed my chest. “So noted.”
“Actually, on second thought, just don’t ever tease another man again,” I said into her hair, half a growl, half a promise.
She huffed a small laugh against my neck. “You’re ridiculous.”
“Yeah,” I agreed, my hand curving over her ass. “And you’re mine.”
I didn’t tell her I had no intention of ever changing that.
We lay in contented silence for a few minutes, until my cell phone buzzed from the nightstand. I quickly read the text and sent a response, then tossed it back where I’d left it before.
“We’ll move on Leek soon,” I told her, because real life never stayed outside the door for long. “And whatever waits with him. We’ll handle it. You don’t walk. You don’t carry it alone. You hear me?”
She tilted her head back to look at me, gray eyes clear even in the low light. “I hear you.”
“Good.” I dragged my thumb along her cheekbone, and that look—the one that had been mine in the kitchen before she gave a piece of it away for a second—came back full force. Satisfied, I pulled her in tighter, let my body curl around hers like it had been built to do exactly that, and listened as her breathing settled into something regular. The building hummed around us, safe and familiar. The storm outside of it was waiting, but it could hold off a little longer.
Because right now, she was warm, my sheets smelled like her, and there wasn’t a force on this earth I wouldn’t destroy to keep it that way.
14
ASHLYNN
The roiling of my stomach pulled me out of a deep sleep. One second, I was blissfully tangled in Mason’s arms, and the next, I bolted upright and sprinted for the bathroom.
I barely made it to the toilet before my guts felt like they were being turned inside out. My hair fell forward in a wild curtain, and my knees smashed into the cold tile beneath them. As I started to throw up, a warm hand gathered my hair, tugging it gently out of the way. The other pressed between my shoulder blades, steadying me.
He didn’t say a word while I gagged, each heave wringing another groan out of me. Most people would’ve backed away, but not Mason. He just stayed there, the heat of his palm between my shoulders grounding me until the worst of it passed.
When I finally sagged forward, he eased me back onto my heels and crouched beside me. His palm skimmed over my temple, brushing damp strands away from my face. “You done?”
“For now,” I rasped, my throat sore.
He scooped me up like I weighed nothing and set me on the counter. Then he reached over to snag my toothbrush from the cup, squirted paste onto the bristles, and handed it to me. I brushed on autopilot, rinsed, and then leaned against his chest as his arms went around me.