Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 46081 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46081 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
She was quiet, and he let her have the silence. It was a lot to process. No one could decide her level of involvement in her brother’s life except for her. MC life wasn’t for everyone, but those who lived it loved it. Frost uncovered more reasons to want to be part of the MC every day. If he fucked up somehow and they decided not to patch him in, he’d be completely adrift. Same as he’d been before coming to Florida.
“Want to know what I did last Christmas?” Rachel asked.
“Hmm?”
“I ate a frozen pizza alone in my apartment while watching the yule log thing on TV because you can’t have a fire in an apartment. I lied to my roommate and told her I had plans so she wouldn’t feel bad for going on a cruise with her parents and siblings. I’m lonely, Frost. So lonely. And now that I have the opportunity to have family around… I’m not going to let a little thing like law-breaking scare me away.”
He chuckled. “I ate at a soup kitchen last year before spending the night in a homeless shelter. At least you have me beat.”
She pulled out from under his arm and straightened. “Frost…”
“No pity. I just want you to know that I understand loneliness. I understand being without family. I understand…” Fuck, he wasn’t one to share his goddammed feelings, yet the words tumbled out without a second thought. “I understand loneliness.”
She stared at him with soft compassion.
He couldn’t help but be drawn to the rise and fall of her throat as she swallowed. And then her gaze dropped to his mouth, igniting a fire in him that could burn the entire compound to the ground.
“Rachel,” he whispered in part desire, part warning. The next move was hers. He wouldn’t pressure her even as the need to claim her mouth threatened to burst from his chest.
She shifted closer until he could feel her breath coast across his lips. “I don’t want to hurt you,” she whispered.
His cock was so hard it strained the seams of his jeans. With his busted ribs, he couldn’t do much tonight. Looked like it’d be a long, uncomfortable night of blue balls. Though he could grab a small hint of relief. “I’m good. Anything would be worth another taste of you.”
“I want to climb on top of you so badly right now.”
“Christ.” It’d hurt, but like he said. So. Fucking. Worth. It. “Do it.”
She hesitated for half of a second, then swung a leg over his thighs and lowered herself down slow and gently. Not an ounce of pain.
“Good?” she asked as her hands landed on his shoulders.
He’d love those hands on his chest, testing and squeezing his pecs, roving over his abs, but it’d have to happen another day.
“Almost.”
Her smile went from shy to naughty. She canted her hips, rocking against his erection, and he couldn’t stop the curse from slipping out. A few more of those and he’d bust a nut in his pants and embarrass the hell out of himself. He clenched his fists to keep from grabbing her ass and grinding her against his clothed cock as his head dropped back on the couch.
“God, give me fucking strength,” he whispered.
The prayer went unanswered. The minx rolled her hips again.
“Fuck me, you’re mean.”
She chuckled. “Sorry.”
He snorted. “No, you’re not.”
Another of those chuckles. “You’re right. I’m not. I like driving you crazy.”
“Yeah? Well, I like that mouth on mine, so how about you bring it over here.”
She hummed her approval, then leaned into him and pressed her lips to his without hesitation. Riding right alongside his desire was the elation at not tasting a hint of fear in her kiss.
He let her lead. If she wanted it, she could take it. He’d die before causing her panic.
They kept it light, yet passionate, exploring and playing. Kissing her surpassed any other kiss he’d ever had. Kissing led to touching, which led to sex. It was part of the process but not something he’d put much stock in.
He could have spent hours feasting on Rachel’s mouth. Feeling her hands grip his shoulders. Her tongue sparring with his. Listening to her soft whimpers. It was so much more than two mouths meeting. They were sharing all the things neither could say.
He liked this woman so much in such a short time. It didn’t make a lick of sense, but damn, it felt incredible. His cock wanted in on the action so badly it ached. He’d jerk off later to the memory of her soft mouth on his.
After a few moments, he rested his hands on her ass. It filled his palms so perfectly he couldn’t help but squeeze the soft flesh.
Rachel moaned and ground down on him. She seemed to grow desperate. The kiss turned wild. She nipped his lower lip, drawing a groan from him, and then they were devouring each other. He pushed his hips up into her as she rode him.