Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 77051 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77051 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
My orgasm crashes, and my mind spirals. I’ve never come twice in one night. Ever. Gage follows closely behind, his dick pumping faster as his orgasm courses through him.
We don’t rush the comedown. He presses tiny kisses to the corner of my mouth, the tip of my nose, the hollow at the base of my throat. I stroke the back of his neck, tracing the damp hairline, counting breaths until mine match his.
“Hey,” he says finally, forehead to mine. “You okay?”
I nod, dizzy and happy. “Yeah. You?”
He smiles. “Best I’ve been in a long time.”
I pull him down for one more slow kiss, lazy and satisfied. The urgency’s faded, and what’s left is warm and sure. The kind of quiet that doesn’t feel like an absence but a choice.
We end up half on, half off each other, limbs knotted under the throw. He tugs the blanket up, tucks me in like I’m something to keep. My ear finds his heartbeat. He strokes my spine idly, long lines that smooth the last static out of my system.
“I needed this,” I admit into his shoulder.
“Me too.”
“I mean—” I fumble for the right words, the ones that don’t make me feel too breakable. “I needed you. Not just the kissing. The… being. With you.”
His hand stills, then presses—firm and steady. “You have me,” he says simply. “Even when the noise is loud. Especially then.”
Tears prick, unexpected and uninvited. I blink them away and use humor like tape. “You’re going to regret saying that when you get tired of me.”
“Don’t you dare,” he says, dead serious. “I could never get tired of you. It’s not physically possible.”
I exhale. The danger hasn’t gone. Regent still breathes. Tasha might still be the shadow at our feet.
But right now, in this small bright pocket, I’m not prey. I’m not a problem to solve. I’m just a woman in a warm tangle with the man who finally stepped out of the dark.
“Stay,” I ask, because the night feels better when I’m greedy.
He kisses my temple. “Always.”
We don’t make it to the bed. We fall asleep on the couch, tangled and warm, the blanket barely big enough and somehow perfect. Just before I slip under, I feel him tug me closer, one arm cinched around my waist like a seatbelt.
I think: I needed him. I wasn’t wrong.
And then the dark takes me gently, and for once, I don’t dream of doors left open.
Only of a mouth that says my name like it’s safe.
TWENTY-EIGHT
GAGE
Is this real life? I have to pinch myself when I wake up with River in my arms. The whole night explodes through my brain like some naughty porno that I want to relive pronto.
I groan as my cock hardens, and River stirs lightly. Her big eyes open, and all that blue is focused on me. “Morning,” I say to her.
“Hi,” she whispers. “I can’t believe we did that last night.”
My heartbeat catches in my ribs. “You don’t regret it, do you?” My cock throbs between us, and she notices it.
She glances down and back up again. Her hand wraps around the base of my dick, and my breath hitches. “Not at all.” She pumps her fist, and my brain short circuits.
She repositions herself, moving her mouth closer and closer to my hardening dick. “I want to watch you lose control again,” she whispers before darting her pink tongue across the head. Her wet tongue traces the ridge and I turn to where I’m lying flat on my back.
“Oh fuck, River,” I groan out. My fingers slip into her hair, and I angle her head.
She drags a tongue along my shaft and I hiss out a ragged breath. She opens her mouth wide, taking me into it and sucking. Her cheeks hollow out, and she continues to suck me deep down her throat.
“You’re so fucking hot as you suck my cock.” I grip her hair tight. “Keep swallowing me, River. Fuck,” I growl. I don’t know how much longer I can last.
The sight of River sucking my dick is what wet dreams are made of. I pump my dick inside her tight mouth a few more times before I realize I don’t want this to end this way.
I pull myself out of her mouth, and she gazes up at me. “I need to taste you too,” I tell her, sliding off the couch in one quick movement. I spread her legs, and she’s soaked for me. “Oh fuck, River. You’re so damn wet. Is this all for me?” I drag a finger through it, ending at her clit. I rub on it a few times before leaning my head down. I breathe her in. So fucking good.
She pumps her hips. “Yes, all for you.”
The thought that she was getting turned on just sucking my dick does something to me. It makes me come alive, and I want to return the favor. “I want you coming all over my tongue,” I tell her, licking a path over her slick heat. “All over my face,” I whisper as I nibble lightly on her thigh.