Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 73311 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73311 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Hell no.
Did that stop me from yanking the blankets out from around her and covering my feet with them?
Again, hell no.
So I got what I asked for.
I only wished I thought about the repercussions of what could happen in that bed beforehand.
Had I, I would’ve definitely had condoms at the bedside.
Because, apparently, in the throes of passion, neither one of our brains worked properly.
Imagine that.
Chapter 12
I like big cups and I cannot lie.
-Coffee Cup
Imogen
I was warm.
So freakin’ warm that it was on the verge of getting too hard to breathe.
The source of that warmth made itself known moments later by shifting at my back, and I had a bleary thought that maybe Aaron didn’t realize he was cuddling.
Maybe if I moved away from him, he’d let me go.
But the moment I tried to move, his grumbled, ‘Don’t move’ had me pausing in my escape.
“I’m hot,” I told him.
“So kick the blankets off.”
I sighed and did as told, keeping the sheet, and letting the rest of the big blankets fall to the floor.
Which was a mistake.
Before, the blankets had been a buffer.
Now, not so much.
Now, I could feel him from knees to head, and everything in between.
And by the in between, I meant I could feel his big dick on my ass.
And by big, I meant big.
Like Superman big. Maybe even Thor big.
Not that I knew those superheroes had big dicks. I could only assume right along with the rest of the female population.
I didn’t have to assume with Aaron, though. I knew the man had a big dick. I could feel it spanning my ass cheeks.
I was in my normal sleeping position. Meaning I had one foot cocked up, putting me mostly on my front, but partially on my side.
And Aaron was laying on top of me, as was his cock.
It started at one booty cheek and laid against the length of it.
One of his arms was under the pillow I was laying my head on, and the other was wrapped snugly around my belly, pulling me in tight and keeping me securely in place in case I decided to move.
Which I did.
Because hells bells, his dick was on me!
How was any rational woman going to be able to function with that kind of beauty in her life? That’s right, no woman. Not a sane one anyway.
So there I lay, in the dead of night, and contemplated my life.
I’d not had a man in a long time, and by long, I mean really long. There were likely cobwebs.
I was sixteen when I lost my virginity.
I was also sixteen years old when I decided that the next man I had sex with was going to mean something to me.
I’d been close a lot of times, but I’d also never been put into a position like this. With a man who I truly did care about at my back, pinning me to the bed, his hand anchored around my waist keeping me still.
I thought about everything in that five minutes, including the fact that we’d forgotten about his dog.
“Hey!” I snapped. “You forgot about Tank!”
Aaron snapped awake like I’d zapped him, and scrambled.
“What?” he asked from a position up on his knees.
“You forgot about Tank!”
“Shit,” he groaned, clapping. “What time is it?”
With Aaron’s clap, the light beside the bed turned on, surprising me.
I looked around for my phone, my watch, anything.
“I don’t know.”
He turned and grabbed not his phone, but my phone, and cursed.
“It’s three in the morning,” he growled. “I’ll be right back.”
I snorted and followed him up, snatching my pants off the end of the bed where they’d fallen, and pulled them on clumsily.
He followed suit, divesting himself of his sweatpants, and enabling me to see his boxer-brief-covered cock in all its glory.
Oh, God. He really was big. And hard.
I snapped my eyes down, but not before I caught him cottoning on to the fact that I’d been staring.
Grabbing my socks, I sat on the bed and yanked them on just as the door opened, and a click-click announcing dog paws started to enter the room.
“Heard you awake and thought I’d let him in,” Big Papa murmured. “Ran by your place to let him out since I figured you forgot. Brought him here.”
Aaron blinked.
“Thanks.”
The door closed and I dropped the boot that was in my hands.
“You’re a bad doggy parent,” I told him.
Aaron snorted.
“I’ve never had a dog before,” he admitted. “In fact, I don’t think it’s a good idea for me to even have this one.”
“Why?” I asked curiously.
“I’m not a cop. I may have passed the courses and have the credentials…but I’m a firefighter. Always have been, and always will be. Having a trained police dog like this scares the shit out of me. What if I get him killed?”
“I read in the paper when they got Tank that the officer has to have specialized training to deal with them. Is that true?” I questioned.