Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 69356 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69356 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
I felt warmth pool inside of my heart as his words bathed my entire body in delight.
“Zach,” I said, trying to be sensible. “You don’t have to say it just because…”
His mouth slammed down on mine, cutting off my words with his lips.
When he pulled back, it was due to neither one of us having any more oxygen.
“You make my head spin,” I breathed, my fingers clutching his shoulders as I tried to get myself under control.
I knew that the two of us had a disposition for public displays of affection, as well as only a smidgen of inhibition when we got a little heated. But there was no way in hell that I was going to get naked with my man on his parents’ back porch. Even if they’d been in bed for an hour now.
“You make my heart race and my desire to do bad things notch up,” he growled. “Let’s go to bed.”
I knew what he meant by ‘let’s go to bed.’
Which was why I was hesitant in saying what I said next.
“Zach.” I bit my lip lightly. “I think we should, uhh, not do anything here. I’m not normally quiet when I’m with you, and I really don’t want your mother hearing what you do to me.”
He squeezed my hips. “My parents have a barn.”
I wiggled into his lap a little more thoroughly, then wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him in tighter until there wasn’t a single inch of space between us.
“Do you have any objections to that?” he asked as he made to stand.
I was impressed by the power he had used, and I told him so in the next instant.
“Do you know,” I said breathlessly. “When you run, I can’t stop looking at your leg muscles? Or your calves? You have great calves. Not saying that you don’t have great abs and chest, but holy cannoli, you have great legs. Even in ugly ass prison garb, I could see the power in them.”
He hoisted me higher, his hands going underneath my ass as he started toward the barn near the back of the yard.
“You want to know what drew my eyes when it came to you?” he asked, reaching the barn and yanking open the door.
“Yes,” I said when he slammed it closed behind him, reached blindly along the wall for a light switch, and then cursed when he couldn’t find it. “Just do it in the dark.”
He growled and kept searching. “But I want to see. I like looking at you. I like seeing that stubborn jaw work when you’re trying to be quiet.”
I snickered when he dragged one finger along the length of my jaw, making me hold on tight with both legs wrapped around his waist and my arms securely locked around his neck.
“Are you sure there’s a light in here?” I wondered.
The light flicked on, and I blinked at all the pieces of equipment that were in the barn.
A small tractor. A big tractor. A riding lawn mower. A tiller. Something with blades that were on the side of the machine. Multiple weed whackers. Then a push mower.
“Holy crap,” I said as I looked around.
He set me down on my feet and then bent down to pull my leggings down the length of my legs.
Since I wasn’t wearing shoes, the leggings slipped all the way off easily, leaving me in a big t-shirt that was his from his high school days—one I’d commandeered when I’d gotten here today—and underwear.
Seconds later he was shucking out of his jeans, underwear, and shirt, and tossing them all on the tractor seat closest to him.
“Climb up here,” he ordered as he started to climb the big tractor. “And lose the clothes.”
I snickered as I did just that, admiring his ass and legs as he climbed and settled onto the yellow tractor seat and then waited impatiently for me to disrobe.
“Geez,” I said as I pulled my shirt off, then started on the bra. “If you wanted it done fast, you should’ve done it yourself.”
He stood back up, and I got a bird’s-eye view of his cock, now very hard and pulsing, aimed directly at me.
I’d never had the chance to really study the underside of his cock before—all of our sexual encounters to date had been mostly fast—so it was a surprise to see the vein that ran along the length of him.
It was thick, juicy, and pulsing.
I’d never really had a thing for veins before. Not until I met Zach, that was.
Then I admired them all.
The ones on his arms that were prominent no matter what he did.
The ones on his legs that liked to pop out after he ran.
And now the one on the underside of his cock that was pulsing with each beat of his heart.
“Do you need me to come down there?” Zach asked, fisting his cock and giving it a couple of tugs.