Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 124451 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 622(@200wpm)___ 498(@250wpm)___ 415(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 124451 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 622(@200wpm)___ 498(@250wpm)___ 415(@300wpm)
“An irresistible idiot?” I question, the corner of my lips pulling into a dazzling smirk that she usually can’t resist.
Her stare hardens and she shakes her head. “No. Just an idiot.”
Well, shit. That didn’t go how I’d hoped, but it doesn’t stop my smile from widening. “Come on,” I tell her, watching as she opens the kit and digs for what she needs. “Don’t be mad at me. We were just letting off some steam.”
“What were you even doing out there in the first place? It’s the middle of the night.”
Letting out a sigh, everything softens inside me, and I lift my hand to her cheek, gently sliding it around the back of her neck and roaming my thumb over her warm skin. “Addie was having another nightmare about Colby, so Hudson sat with her while I went outside for some fresh air, but then she wanted some space, so he came outside too. We were just frustrated. He was getting at me, so I threw it back at him. The next thing I know, his fist is in my face, and we were beating the shit out of each other.”
She gives me another hard stare. “Like I said, you’re an idiot. You both are. All you’ve achieved is giving each other black eyes.”
I shrug my shoulders. “To be fair, I feel better now that I’ve let it all out. So, it wasn’t a complete waste.”
“If you needed to let off steam, you should have gone to the gym and taken it out on a punching bag.”
“Nah,” I say, my grin returning. “A punching bag doesn’t hit back.”
Bri rolls her eyes and just to make a point, she dabs antiseptic cream on my jaw and watches with delight as I squirm like a little bitch.
“Fuck, Killer. That hurts.”
“Hmmm, peculiar,” she says to herself. “And here I was thinking you got off on the pain. I wonder where I would have gotten that idea. Oh well.” Then just like that, she dabs the damn cream on my skin again, a wicked grin cutting across her gorgeous face.
Fucking hell. This girl is going to be the end of me.
She gets me cleaned up quickly, and I have to admit, after only a few months of being together, she’s become a professional at patching me up. Bri begins scrunching up the trash into a tight ball before tossing it into the empty sink and looking back at me, waiting for me to move so she can jump down, only I’m not ready to move away from her, not even close.
My hands drop to her thighs, and I push my hips in closer, her warm cunt pressed right up against my dick. “Thank you,” I murmur, leaning in and dropping my lips to her neck.
A soft moan slips from between her full lips, and as if on cue, she tilts her head to the side, opening up and giving me more space to play. My tongue flicks out, roaming over her neck, moving up toward the sensitive space below her ear. She reaches up and hooks her hand around the back of my neck before sliding her fingers through my hair, her nails gently moving across my scalp. “We shouldn’t,” she whispers as her leg hooks around mine, becoming tangled and pulling me in closer.
My hands slowly inch up her perfect thighs as I grind against her pussy. “Why the hell not?” I question, my thick tone rumbling deep through the private bathroom.
“Everybody is downstairs. They might come looking.”
“Then I hope they enjoy the show.”
A soft chuckle vibrates through her chest, but as my lips continue working her neck, it quickly turns into a needy moan. “You’re bad news, Tanner Morgan.”
A grin pulls at the corners of my lips as my hands continue sliding higher, her body twitching and squirming with anticipation. “Then tell me to stop.”
Bri groans, reaching up and gripping my face, lifting my chin to her. “Hell no.” Her lips fuse to mine with erratic desperation, and I meet her there with a fiery need of my own. I kiss her deeply, my tongue plunging into her mouth as my hands finally reach the promised land. One cups her pussy to give her just the slightest bit of relief, while the other hooks into the side of her underwear and tears them down her legs, doing what I can not to jostle her too much. I know she’ll tell me she’s fine, but I see the way she cringes when she thinks no one is watching.
Brielle kicks her panties off her feet, her legs spreading wide as she reaches for the front of my sweatpants, her cool hand dipping inside and curling around my thick shaft. A groan rumbles through my throat, and I kiss her deeper, my hunger for her like nothing I’ve ever known.