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)
“Your father?” I cut in, unable to work out how the hell the two things could possibly relate.
“Mmhmm,” he murmurs. “My guess is that my father somehow found out what I had been involved in and asked Channing to bury the evidence. After all, that’s what he does best, but my father never mentioned any of this to me. Surely if he knew, he would have beat my ass for it.”
Pressing my lips into a hard line, I try to wrap my head around it all.
Tanner fucked up, that much is clear, and despite the work he promises to put in to make it right, Orlando still plans to blackmail him. But for what exactly? His silence? His obedience? Or is it something much worse, something neither of us could possibly imagine? All I know is I’m not about to let that shit slide. “So, what do we do?”
“Huh?”
“This isn’t just going to go away,” I tell him. “Orlando is going to hold this over you until the day he dies, so what do we do? I’m not just going to sit back and let it happen.”
Tanner grins, his brow arching high. “Yeah?” he questions, slowly standing and reaching down to my hips. He hauls me up onto the edge of the island counter and pushes between my legs. “You want to get your hands dirty for me?”
He presses right up against me, and the fly of his jeans rubs my clit, sending a shot of electricity pulsing straight to my core and flooding me with need. With a gasp, I sink my teeth into my bottom lip as he grinds against me. “Well, you know how I like to get dirty for you.”
Tanner groans and dips his head, his lips pressing to the base of my throat and moving over my skin, sending shivers scattering over my body. “Fuck, Killer,” he groans, taking my hips and yanking me impossibly closer. “Tell me we’re all good so I can fuck this tight pussy right here in the kitchen.”
“We’re so fucking good,” I pant, already desperate for him.
Before the words even get a chance to linger in the air between us, his lips are on mine. Tanner kisses me deeply, and it’s like coming home for the first time all week. I’ve missed him so fucking much, missed the easy way we get to be together. This week seriously fucked with our vibe, but I feel as though we’re coming out the other end stronger, and now the only thing left for us to do is seal the deal with one hell of a thorough fucking.
He reaches between us and I can already feel his cock straining against his fly. Tanner grips the waistband of my pants as his arm curls around my waist, lifting me just enough to tear my pants down my thighs, right along with my black lace thong. I work on kicking them off my feet as I hastily grab the front of his pants, desperate to release the monster I know is waiting to destroy me in all the right ways.
My sweatpants hit the floor, and I push my legs wider just as Tanner’s heavy cock springs free against my thigh. Taking hold of it, I curl my fingers around his thick base, the sound of Tanner’s low groan doing wicked things to me.
I feel his fingers at my entrance and just like that, he pushes them deep inside me. “Oh, fuck,” I breathe, his fingers curling just right, making my eyes roll back. He does it again, before gripping my chin and meeting my stare, holding me captive in every possible way. The hunger burns between us as he refuses to break eye contact, and just as the intensity grows, he moves his fingers just right, massaging my walls until my soul leaves my body.
“Tanner,” I pant, unbelievable pleasure rocking through my body, and just when I think it can’t get any better, his thumb stretches up and presses against my clit, rubbing small, tight circles. “Oh, God yes. There … right there.”
He watches me so closely, reading my body like a fucking book, and when his lips pull into that cocky smirk … holy shit. He’s absolutely everything. “You like that, Killer?” he questions in that deep, raspy voice, his confidence making me want to impale myself on him and fuck him until the sun comes up.
My hand works up and down his thick cock, but it’s not enough. If he doesn’t stop teasing me and working my pussy like this, I’m going to come on his fingers, and as glorious as that would be, that’s not what I want. I need him inside me. I need him to fill me, to stretch me, and only after he’s thoroughly fucked me can I come.
“Tanner,” I warn, tipping my head back as the satisfaction overwhelms me. “I need you inside me.”