Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 107823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 539(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 539(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Now it was time to mix things up and turn shit upside down.
He had pulled out the chair for a reason and it wasn’t to fuck her doggy-style. Even though her ass being held in the air was so very fucking tempting. Too damn tempting, especially with the way she had tensed every time he touched her there. That most likely meant no one had touched her like that before.
One side of his mouth pulled up in satisfaction.
She was not only untouched there but she hadn’t let anyone else touch her since the first time she climbed into his bed.
He hadn’t been expecting that answer and, damn, that answer got him good. It made him more dead set than ever to break those restrictive rules that had somehow slipped into place between them.
Yeah, fuck any rules she thought they should stick to. Now he was sticking it to her.
But not for long.
The soft whimper she released when he pulled out made his cock flex.
His name on her lips was the best goddamn thing he’d heard in a long time.
Now he was determined to hear it again.
On a sigh. While she begged. When she came.
He just wanted to know she was thinking about him when he was the one inside her, the one bringing her to orgasm.
That she wasn’t using him while thinking of someone else.
Because if she was…
“What d’you want, Tess?”
“You know what I want.”
“Tell me,” he demanded.
“What I always want when I come to you.”
No. Not good enough. “That ain’t the answer I’m lookin’ for.”
“It’s the answer you’re getting.”
That fucking attitude. It flipped back and forth between a turn-on and a turn-off. Sometimes he wanted to add fuel to the flames and sometimes he wanted to throw water on it.
“All right, if that’s how you’re gonna play it…”
He released her tits and took a step back from the chair, letting his gaze take a slow roll from her long, dark brown hair, down her smooth back, over the curves of her ass, her thighs, her shapely calves and all the way to the bottoms of her bare feet.
This was the first time they’d fucked with the light on and he wanted to see more than what he was currently. He wanted to see all of her.
He knew the taste, weight and feel of her tits.
He knew the scent, taste and feel of her pussy.
He knew the softness of her lips, the taste of her tongue.
But tonight he wanted to see her expression when she came, the way her lips parted, her pulse dance in her delicate neck.
He didn’t only want to see her.
He wanted her to see him.
He needed her to see who he really was. Not just the man conveniently attached to a dick.
Not only see him as a biker wandering down the bunkhouse corridor or from across The Barn. Standing in the middle of the courtyard during a pig roast or straddling his sled.
No, he wanted her to see him for who he was at his very core.
Ethan Long.
A man who made a fucking mistake and paid for it with four years of his life.
A man who had trusted a girl who turned around and fucked him so hard it landed him in prison.
A man who spent years finding where he belonged.
A man who finally found his place and along with that, his peace.
At least until her.
A woman who was playing a dangerous game.
One neither of them would win unless he changed the game and the rules.
Tonight was a start. It could also be the end.
He told himself that whatever happened he’d be okay with.
Even if she walked away.
If she did, he would not chase her.
He would not beg.
He would not bend.
But if this was the last time with her, he wanted to see her face and her reactions when he was inside her. “Stand up.”
Without any flack, she climbed off the chair and when she automatically started moving toward the bed, he snagged her arm and stopped her with a shake of his head. “No.”
Once he sat on the chair and tugged her closer, her confusion turned to concern. “Will that chair hold us both?”
“Is the risk worth the reward?” He asked himself that question every damn day when it came to Tessa. Every damn night, too, before and after her visits.
Was being with her worth the headache and maybe even the damage getting caught would cause?
“You want to live on the edge?” she asked as she placed her hands on his shoulders and straddled his lap.
“Ain’t that what I do every time you walk into my room?”
He wasn’t surprised when she didn’t answer, instead she reached between them, grabbed his throbbing cock to hold it firmly in place as she slowly sank down and swallowed him whole.
Once she had all her weight on his lap, he grabbed her ass cheeks and held her still, not wanting her to move. Not yet.