Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 38483 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 192(@200wpm)___ 154(@250wpm)___ 128(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38483 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 192(@200wpm)___ 154(@250wpm)___ 128(@300wpm)
“Mom and Dad will take good care of our girl,” he assures me.
“I know they will.” I lean into his side as we walk through the lobby. “This place is so cool.”
“It used to be a train station.”
“Really?”
“Yeah,” he says as we stop at the elevator that will take us up to our suite.
“It’s also haunted,” a woman says, and I turn, meeting the eyes of an older lady with graying hair.
“Marsha, don’t start,” the man at her side, who’s probably her husband, says, sounding exasperated.
“Well, it is.”
“Really?” I ask her.
She nods, stepping closer to me, and Justin’s body stiffens. I pat his abs to let him know it’s okay. “They say a young girl named Abigail died here, throwing herself in front of a train after the love of her life didn’t return from war. Now, she haunts the hotel and room 711.”
“Oh my God,” I whisper.
“I know.” She takes my hand. “Isn’t that so beautiful?”
I blink, not sure we have the same outlook on a woman dying because the man she loved didn’t return from a horrible war. “Ummm….”
“Marsha.” Her husband sighs.
“What?” She looks at him. “It’s beautiful.”
“Sorry, you two,” her husband says, grabbing her arm and leading her away.
When the doors to the elevator open, I stand just outside the car as Justin steps in with our bag. “Babe.”
“This place is haunted.” I look around, expecting to see a ghost swoop down out of thin air to attack me. “We can’t stay here.”
“Jesus.” He shakes his head, tugging my hand, and I stumble into the elevator car as he wraps his arm around my waist and holds me against him.
“Did you know this place is haunted?” I ask as the doors close and the elevator starts to rise.
“It’s not haunted.”
“That lady just said it was haunted.”
“Sweetheart, it’s not haunted.”
“Are you sure?” I ask, and he looks away from me, not answering. “You knew it was haunted.”
“It’s just lore, baby, and it doesn’t matter. We’re not staying in room 711, and I don’t expect you to see more than our room,” he says as the doors open and he takes my hand. When we reach our room, he taps the key against the knob to unlock it then pushes the door in, gesturing for me to go inside.
As soon as the door shuts behind us, he drops our overnight bag on the floor and sweeps me off my feet. I barely get to see anything as he strides to the bedroom and tosses me on the king-sized bed. I laugh as he starts to strip off his clothes then moan as he makes quick work of mine. Once we’re both completely naked, he comes down on top of me and presses me into the mattress.
His gorgeous blue eyes stay locked on mine as his hand slides down my neck and chest to toy with my nipples. As I writhe beneath him, he moves lower, his hand sliding down over my ribcage and belly to between my legs. When he reaches my pussy, he presses his palm against my clit, and my hips buck in response.
“Easy, sweetheart.” He dips his head and drags his tongue over my clit. I whimper as he buries his face between my legs, his fingers entering me as he works me with his mouth. He doesn’t relent; he licks and sucks until an orgasm rips through me, making me see stars. “I swear I’ll never get enough of you.”
“Then I guess it’s a good thing I’m not going anywhere,” I breathe, lifting up on my elbows to watch him wrap his hand around his cock and stroke his hard length.
“Spread your legs, baby. I want inside you.”
I don’t hesitate. I give him what he wants. I spread my legs as he slides the head of his cock through my wetness, and I glide my hands down his chest and trace the grooves of his abs. A deep groan rumbles from his chest, and I keep my eyes locked on his as he slowly enters me.
“Perfect. You’re so fucking perfect for me.”
I move my hand up his chest and wrap one around the back of his neck, pulling his head down so I can brush my lips against his. “I love you.”
“I know.” He thrusts into me hard and fast, going deeper and deeper with each powerful movement. Every time we make love is amazing, but this time feels different, like we’re more connected than ever, heightening my senses, driving me closer to the edge faster than normal.
“I’m so close,” I pant, my walls beginning to pulse around his hard length. My nails dig into his skin, my toes curling. When he releases his grip on my hips and glides his hands up to cup my breasts to pinch my nipple, it feels like there’s a direct link to my core.