Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 16136 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 81(@200wpm)___ 65(@250wpm)___ 54(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16136 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 81(@200wpm)___ 65(@250wpm)___ 54(@300wpm)
When we’re clothed, I take his hands and look up into his eyes. Visions of standing like this at an altar flash across my dreamy thoughts.
“You’re not so bad yourself, Boone,” I say.
“I’m a savage who fights in a cage for cash. I was born dirt-poor to parents who were addicted to drugs. I spent my entire life fighting. First because I had to. Then because I liked it. Then to earn my living.”
“Are you saying you don’t want me?” I ask.
His answer is to crush me with a kiss, lifting me off my feet and placing me on the desk. I wrap my legs around him, grind up and down.
He’s hard again. Already. Solid and full of tension.
“Fuck no,” he moans.
“Then you better stop all that silly talk. Right now.
See? I can give orders too.”
He smiles.
6
BOONE
We hug for a long time. Minutes pass without us saying anything, without us needing to. Then my cellphone rings. It’s Deputy Clint.
“Are you still with your lady?” he says.
I must’ve made my point damn clear in the training room earlier if he’s addressing her as my lady. Which is how she should always be referred to.
“Yeah.”
“Just got word from the wardens that the flood is starting to clear. They’ll be able to go on their way soon.”
I swallow. “Great.”
“Bad news?” Lila asks when I hang up.
“You and your friends will be able to drive out of here soon,” I tell her.
“Oh,” she murmurs, looking at the floor.
“Weather’s cleared. Storm seems to be holding off. Rain is draining.”
“Great,” she says softly. “I mean—I guess we’ve got our own lives to focus on, right? Do you have a fight coming up?”
I nod. “In one month. Cutting weight. Training. Making sure I’m ready so I don’t get a mouthful of canvas.”
“One of my final credits is a presentation of my photography. Three and a half weeks from today.”
“Give me the address. The time.”
Her eyebrows shoot up. “Boone, I’m not even from this State. It’s the week of your fight. You’ll need to focus.”
“Give me the address. The time. Not a request … an order.”
“Oh, and who said I like when you give me orders, huh?” she says sassily.
“You don’t need to say it,” I groan. “It’s just flat-out true. You like it, Snapshot. You do. Want an example?”
She’s startled, staring at me with those beautiful, naïve, curious eyes. “What?”
“Turn around,” I insist. “I mean it. Bend over the bed, and don’t be shy about sticking that wonderful ass up.”
She does as she’s told, gripping onto the sheets and arching her back to present the unbelievable roundness of her ass.
“You belong to me. I don’t give a damn if we try a hundred times and your excitable virgin slit teases me, because I will fuck your tight little hole. I will make you cream all over my cock. I will fucking own you.”
Her cheeks turn bright red. She releases a soft, breathy moan.
“Now, tell me. Where and when is your show?”
She bites her lip and shakes her head. “Nah-uh.”
I smirk. “So, you want to play games?”
I walk up behind her, slip my hands between her thighs and her belly then thrust my stiffness against her through our clothes.
“How are you already so hard?” she whispers.
“Shhh, little Snapshot.” I gently, almost comically, spank her ass, groaning as her whole body rocks forward. She gasps.
“Tell me.” I spank her. “Where.” Spank. “Your.” Harder spank. “Show.” So hard she collapses forward and bites down on the sheets. “Is.”
She looks at me over her shoulder, pouting like she does when she takes photos.
“I don’t want to ruin your fight,” she says, a glint in her eyes..
“Then I’m going to spank you until your big creamy ass is as red as your naïve little face. Do I need to do that?” She breaths heavily, her fists grasp tighter to the sheets.
I tear down her pants and her underwear to her knees. When I see her pussy, it’s like it’s been weeks, not minutes. Bent over, her pinkness makes a triangle of pure obsession.
“It’s in LA, right?” I murmur.
“You can’t travel the week of your fight, can you?”
I bring a kissing spank against her bare ass cheek. I hold my hand in place pressing and massaging before releasing.
“I can do any damn thing I want.”
The next time I spank her, her hips twitch. There’s something involuntary sexy about the movement, as if lust surges unstoppably through her.
“This is turning you on. It’s making you wild.”
She can’t deny it. She can only stare at me with those beguilingly naïve eyes.
“You don’t want me to stop,” I groan. “You want me to paint your ass red. Doesn’t it hurt, Snapshot?”
“Not much,” she moans. “I like …”
“What … Don’t get coy now”
“You being in charge. I like letting go.”
“Can your inexperienced soaked pussy take more attention?” I grunt.