Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75288 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75288 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
He closes his eyes for a second. “When I do things,” he says quietly. “I do them all the way.”
“I know. That’s one of the things I admire about you.”
“So I might not be able to stop being a jealous idiot.”
I slide my hand under the back of his shirt. “I’ll still be here.”
“Hell.” Boyd pushes his hand through his hair in a restless, unconscious motion. “You make jealousy seem like something I can survive.”
I set the plate beside the mug, then climb into his lap, straddling his thighs and wrapping my hands around his neck. “It’s a natural human emotion.” I kiss him, then tug on his bottom lip with my teeth. “Like desire.”
He slides his hands up my sides, bunching my pajama top. He kisses me back, then bends his head to find my nipples through the fabric, mouthing over them, nipping at them.
Beneath me, his cock grows and stiffens, and I make good use of it, needily rubbing myself against him.
“Found the condoms,” he tells me as he pulls my hair loose from the tie, letting it fall to my shoulders.
I work at the buttons on his shirt. “Good, because I think my internal parts need more diagnostic testing.” I grind down on the bulge in his jeans. “Got any big tools around that can do the job?”
That’s as far as our roleplay goes, because we both get too busy removing clothes, kissing, and touching each other. He’s standing when he rolls on the condom, and once it’s in place, he picks me up by my bottom, encouraging me to wrap my legs around his waist.
He slides a thumb over my pussy, and when he finds me wet and ready, he doesn’t waste any time lining up the head of his thick cock at my entrance.
“I’ll go easy,” he assures me, making it sound like the restraint will take effort.
I lay my hand on his cheek and give him a smile. “Not too easy, I hope.”
Gritting his teeth, he pushes into me slowly, inch by glorious inch. “Doing okay?” he asks when I’ve taken about six of them.
A joke about him testing how far I can stretch comes to mind, but I’m too focused on how good he feels to voice it.
When he buries all of himself inside me, he pauses, both of us savoring the moment. Then he grinds my body against him, knowing exactly what to do to make me feel incredible. Sensations build fast, and the next thing I know, I’m rocketing toward the peak of a mountain, all those sensations spiraling, multiplying, overtaking me in the best possible way.
He tilts my head to the side and sucks the bottom of my ear between his lips as he grinds inside me, and I go flying off into nothingness for a long, beautiful moment. I’m in my body fully, with no worries or thoughts of any kind, and it’s exactly what I needed.
When I eventually come back to myself, it’s in the awareness that I’m in Boyd’s arms, solid and safe.
“Doing okay?” he asks as my breathing settles.
“You tell me, Mr. Barrett. Everything check out in there?” I look down to where our bodies are joined, to the place where his cock stretches my pussy and disappears inside.
“Oh yeah. Everything’s real damn good, ma’am. Though I think you’re gonna need regular maintenance checks from here on out.”
“I sure hope so.” I nip at one of his cheeks and squeeze his shoulder, and then I remember his sprain. “Is this okay, with your injury?” I rub my hand over the spot I’d taped not that long ago.
“Whole thing could fall off and I’d still feel good right now.” A few pointed thrusts of his hips lend credence to his words.
I laugh as he starts to bounce my body on his cock, but my laughter turns to moans as he taps a spot inside me, over and over. I quickly build up to another orgasm, and when I shatter, Boyd is right with me, his hold firm on my hips as he empties himself inside me with long, deep thrusts.
Afterward, he cradles me in his arms under the covers, and I drift off to sleep like someone who doesn’t have a care in the world.
CHAPTER 34
VIPER
After Vaughn’s press conference, the compound seems to operate at its usual rhythm. Except it doesn’t.
The three of us stay on top of Sentinel projects throughout the week. Alongside that work, I gather intel and feed selected pieces to the appropriate channels. The routines hold, but something’s off kilter.
Nothing obvious. Not some soap-opera mess. Only a shift in familiarity that changes the temperature.
At breakfast, Kira moves through the kitchen wearing one of Andrew’s old hoodies. The big sleeves are pushed up to her forearms, and her hair is twisted up the way it is when she works around the stove.