Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 90085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
“Fuuuck,” he said in a strangled voice, still looking at where he’d coated me with his semen.
I moaned as another tremor ran through me. With both of our chests heaving, our eyes met. Neither of us said anything. There was no trace of blood, so he hadn’t broken my hymen, but at the moment, I didn’t care. All the caution I’d tried to warn myself about flew out the window after that earth-shattering experience.
To think, I had thought all orgasms were the same. I’d never known there were some on a level that sent you reeling, completely lost in a state of nirvana. I wanted more of that. Soon. Once I could breathe deeply again.
A loud knock on the door snapped us both out of our haze. Than jerked his head around to look over his shoulder, then snarled a curse before getting off me and standing up to snatch his sweats off the floor. I sat up, unsure of what to do since putting on my panties and shorts with his cum currently running down my thighs seemed like something that would be noticed.
He paused and licked his bottom lip as he stared down at me, and then he nodded his head toward the bedroom. “Go clean up,” he said gruffly.
Another sound went off, and his gaze swung to the kitchen as his brows drew together.
“Shit. The casserole,” he muttered before looking at me again.
I stood, grabbing my bottoms, and hesitated when I realized he was going to see my bare bottom when I walked away.
“Don’t get shy now,” he said, smirking, his frown gone.
He was right. I’d had my thighs wide open for him moments ago.
Turning, I walked toward the door.
“Damn,” he murmured. “A perfect apple bottom ass.”
Smiling, I opened the door and hurried inside.
Twenty-Nine
Than
Gathe stood with a knowing smirk on his obnoxious face as he gave me a once-over. I closed the door to the cabin and stepped outside onto the porch with him.
“That took you a minute,” he drawled.
“I had to get the breakfast casserole out of the oven.”
He continued to grin.
“What?” I asked with a snarl.
His eyebrows shot up. “Who pissed in your coffee?”
“Aren’t you supposed to be guarding one of the four perimeters?” I asked.
He’d interrupted the best almost sex of my life, and I didn’t even have a chance to clean her up after spraying her like a damn water hose. Jesus, I’d never come so much in my life.
“Hawks is teething again. I switched out with Bane so he could help Halo with him last night.” He paused and glanced at the door behind me, then grinned wider. “I was just stopping by for some coffee and conversation, and you mentioned a casserole. Did I interrupt something?”
“Yes, you did. Now go,” I told him, not wanting him inside.
I didn’t want to share Montana at all. At least for the time being. It seemed every time I got a taste of her, I wanted more. I had to sate that before I could deal with her around Gathe.
“You smell like sex, bro,” he said, his amusement fading a little to concern. “I mean, I know I joked around about it, but, dude, Linc will lose his shit.”
“I don’t smell like sex,” I told him. “Aren’t you tired? Go home and go to bed.”
He studied me for a moment. “You do smell like pussy. Really good pussy.”
My hands started to ball into fists, and I forced them open. I wasn’t going to react like this. I had to keep my head. Just needed to do what we’d just done a few more times until it got dull and I wanted to go fuck someone who didn’t have a virgin cunt.
I turned to go back inside. Staying out here was only going to give Gathe a chance to get me to plant my fist in his face because of his mouth.
“You’re the smart one. It’s why he gave you this job,” Gathe said as I turned the knob. “Be smart.”
I didn’t turn around to look at him. “The day I start asking you for advice, they might as well hang me up underground,” I replied, then went inside and closed the door before he could say more.
At least the cabin didn’t smell like sex. The breakfast casserole was masking any scent left behind. I held the finger I’d had inside her to my nose and inhaled. He wasn’t wrong. Her pussy was fucking intoxicating. Thinking about how tight she’d been had me hardening again. Dammit!
My eyes swung to the bedroom door that she’d closed. I should have cleaned her up. Made it casual and not let her have a moment to put any weight or importance on it. If she did that, it would go south fast.
I wasn’t done yet. But I was going to have to be more careful. I’d lost it and pushed into her an inch past the head of my cock. Thankfully, I felt the tightening of my balls and knew I had to get out of her before I went off inside her. She’d just been so tight. I’d never been in a cunt like that, and I doubted I ever would again.