Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
“Mmm,” she mumbles as my hand slides higher. I’m met with her flesh instead of shorts or underwear. Damn, she’s got nothing on except my shirt.
“Wake up, Kelsey. You want this to go any further, I’m going to need your pretty eyes.” Maybe we’ll tap into me taking her while she’s asleep one day. That’s a conversation for another day, though. I watch as her lips tilt up slightly, eyes opening and closing. “There’s my siren. You want my fingers or my mouth?”
Kelsey’s legs move back and forth, spreading wider, back bowing upward to get me where she wants me. Too bad I’m not going to give her what she wants until I’m graced with her blue eyes. There’s something about fucking your woman with your hands, mouth, or cock, and while you’re doing what she needs, your eyes are locked on another, your attention is solely on hers, and hers is solely on yours.
“Both.” She finally gets with the program, and in doing so, Kelsey flings the throw blanket off her.
“Is that so? Are you sure you’re not too tired?” I already know the answer she gets off every time I tease, verbally or with my touch.
“I’m never too tired for you, Talon.” A touch of sleep is laced through her voice, but I’ve got her right where I want her. I move, stomach to the mattress, hands going to the cheeks of her ass, and she manages to spread her legs wider. Jesus, this woman does it for me.
“That’s a good thing, siren, because I’ve got a thirst only you can quench.” I dip my head, smelling her wetness. My mouth waters at what I’m about to have beneath me.
“Talon don’t make me wait.” Her feet dig into my back, spurring me on, and I make it my mission to take my time tongue-fucking her.
“Siren,” I say with warning. I’m going to take my time. Building up her orgasm is the best part of having Kelsey beneath me.
“Fuck,” she groans, dragging the cuss word out as I lick her slit from clit to ass. Her hands go to my head, pulling at my hair, and I’m sure she’s going to try and foil my plans. Good fucking luck. I’m going to make this last all damn night. My lips wrap around her clit while I slide two fingers inside her tight-as-hell cunt, and I don’t stop, not even when she comes. I’m going to fuck her through one orgasm after the other. I’m not going to stop until she begs for mercy. Never in my life did I think walking into my house and seeing her in my bed would wake up a piece inside of me. Kelsey Rae Taylor did, though, and I’m never going to take it for granted.
15
TALON
“Iguess I don’t have to worry about putting my two weeks’ notice in at the Marine Research and Rescue center now.” I walk into the convenience store after coming off a charter to Kelsey talking to my mom. She’s been having trouble at her nine-to-five job, hating life, and has been looking at switching facilities. The problem with that scenario is the distance. They’re a hell of a lot further away. I suggested she still apply, see what they had to offer, and go from there. Kels said absolutely not. Cedar Key is home for both of us and to keep my mouth shut. Apparently, she was already fully aware of what I would say next.
“Oh no, what happened?” Mom asks. Neither of them is aware I’m here. In the middle of the day, we’re pretty empty on a weekday. When Kelsey texted me and asked to meet at the marina, I instantly called her. My day wasn’t booked with charters, and no way I’d be waiting the ten or so minutes it’d take her to get here.
“Lack of funding, being the youngest man on the totem pole. Honestly, it’s a blessing in disguise. Still, I’m going to have to find another job, and I refuse to move. Your son is adamant that I do whatever it takes to chase my dreams. Well, my dreams are here in Cedar Key, with him. I’m not willing for us to move, and yes, he tried to offer. But our future will begin and end here.” Kelsey’s tone goes an octave higher. She means business, foot out to the side, hip cocked, and her hands are in the air.
“Oh, honey, I’m sorry. I can put you on the schedule more to help. Whatever you need, you have it. I’d keep you here forever if I could.” Mom taps at her chin with the tips of her fingers, a sure sign she’s cooking up something in that brain of hers. “You could also put a display case up. You’ve been painting for so long, I bet you’d sell out within the first week. The tourists love to buy from locally-owned businesses; they’d do the same for artists.” Hmm, seems my siren has been keeping a secret from me. I’d say it’s about time to make my presence known and to take this conversation to the office.