Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 76022 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76022 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Saul’s hips pressed up to meet my movements, each thrust hitting just right, dragging a moan from deep in my chest.
His name slipped out of me, helpless.
“Say it again,” Saul demanded, voice shredded.
I did, gasping it, whimpering it.
He thrust harder, faster, until our movements were frantic, messy, desperate.
His mouth found mine again, the kiss as raw as our bodies—teeth knocking, tongues tangling.
The climax built sharp and sudden, a heat that spiraled low in my body, then spread until I was trembling, gasping, shuddering.
I clung to him, nails scoring down his back, as I cried out against his lips.
Saul’s body stiffened. His hips bucked up into me, dragging out the pleasure until I was falling forward into him, weak, spent, gasping.
He held me after, fingers stroking, lips grazing.
It took me what felt like forever to realize he was still rock-hard inside me. The realization had me clutching around him, and the sensation had a sound suspiciously close to a growl escaping Saul.
His arm hooked around me, then he was throwing his weight, rolling me under him.
There was nothing slow or tentative about him then.
His thrusts were hard and deep, making the headboard knock, making our breaths go sharp and shallow.
My fingers clawed, his teeth nipped.
My heels dug into his ass, driving him deeper with each thrust.
“Fuck, baby,” Saul groaned, but the sound was drowned out by my moans as the pleasure tightened, sharpened. “Come for me,” he demanded.
As if I had any control over it.
The pressure built low in my belly, then snapped.
I cried out against his neck, body tensing, nerves sparking white-hot.
At the feel of me breaking apart, his rhythm faltered, stuttered.
Then he was cursing hard, thrusts rough and erratic as he drove into me hard, coming deep into me, his groan muffled by my hair.
His weight came fully down on me then.
And there was nothing for a long moment.
Just the sound of our ragged breathing, the sweat drying on our skin, the trembling aftermath of our orgasms.
My arms banded tight around him, my face pressed to his shoulder.
I couldn’t say how long we stayed just like that. But when he lifted up, forcing me to loosen my hold, my muscles ached with the effort of holding onto him so hard.
When he looked down at me, there was something raw and open in his dark eyes—something more dangerous than the sated lust between us.
His thumb brushed my jaw, slow and soft.
Then he was kissing me again. Softer. Sweeter.
The fire had burned out, leaving us in ash and embers, flickering, smoldering.
He kissed me until my lips felt swollen and tingly, until I felt it down to my toes, into my marrow.
Only then did he lift up, move away.
My body was too spent to move, so it was just my head tracking the movement as he stood beside the bed, yanking his pants back on, then silently walking out the door.
My heart seized, some part of me terrified that the moment was gone. But he came back just a moment later, sliding into the bed with me.
His arm slid under me, curling me until I was resting on his chest.
His heartbeat had recovered, becoming a steady, comforting metronome against my ear as my finger traced over his chest in the dark.
Saul’s hands were just as needy.
He traced down my spine, the curve of my hip, the swell of my ass, then back up again until his fingers were sifting through my hair, then massaging my scalp.
We didn’t say anything.
We didn’t need to.
I expected the thoughts to creep and rush back in, asking questions I had no answers to. About what happened now. About what we were, where this was going, if he was just seeking fun, if I was.
But they never came.
My mind was beautifully, blissfully, peacefully blank.
And building deep inside me was an impossible sort of knowing.
That it would all be okay.
That there was nothing to worry about here.
With him.
And it was to those thoughts that I finally, finally drifted off to a long, deep sleep.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Coach
Este slept long and deep, her body so relaxed that I barely disturbed her when I slipped out from underneath her in the early morning hours when Trix finally had enough waiting.
She’d been restless for the past hour, grumbling, rolling around, watching Este for any signs of life.
Until, finally, she got off her bed to pace and whimper.
“You gotta go out?” I asked, my voice low, as I looked for her leash. I hooked it on. “Let’s let Mom sleep, okay?” I asked her as she looked back to the bed, uncertain. “Gotta go outside, girl,” I reminded her.
Luckily, she agreed, going with me down the steps and out the back door.
She dragged me around the grounds, sniffing hard at the chicken coop, her ears pricking when she heard clucking inside.
When she finally seemed to tire herself out enough, we went back inside, where I fed her a breakfast of leftover hamburger that she ate greedily, not even caring that the club was waking up around her, the men stumbling into the kitchen in search of coffee.