Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 118780 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 594(@200wpm)___ 475(@250wpm)___ 396(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 118780 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 594(@200wpm)___ 475(@250wpm)___ 396(@300wpm)
I wiggle, longing racing through me.
He slides back and forth. My thighs clench around his waist, urging him forward.
“In a hurry?” His lips curl up on one side.
“Stop teasing me.”
“This isn’t teasing, baby. This is me teaching you a lesson.”
The pleased twinkling in his stare sends a surge of determination through me. I brace my elbows on his shoulders, align at the right angle, and slam down. There’s a pinch of pain at the invasion that turns into pleasure as the cool metal glides inside. I moan at the feel of him filling me.
“Jesus, fuck, baby. You took me in one thrust.”
“I’m pretty used to you.”
“So fucking tight,” he grates out.
My hips swivel back and forth, the fire in his glare blazing bright. Empowerment races in my blood as I speed my movements, the friction of each thrust rubbing along my clit.
The blazing intensifies his jaw ticking before he crashes his mouth to mine, growling down my throat.
“Rowan?” The strain in his voice is raw, unhinged. He’s struggling to keep his control. I know what he’s waiting for.
“Yours.”
His control cracks and he presses me to the wall, driving harder. “Told myself I’d give you until tonight. Wait until you got home, take you out back, and fuck you under the stars. Jacked off in the shower, biding my time.”
My core spasms at the thought of what I missed.
“Walked in here, saw you in silk and lace, knew my plans were shit.”
“Thank God,” I moan, dropping my head to the wall.
“Do you understand?”
His question is too much to process, so I give a weak nod.
He hammers harder, his mouth going to my neck. “You don’t get it, baby, but you will.”
“Please.” My plea is hoarse, my body on the brink.
“Let go.”
Usually, I have no choice but to do as he says, but today I want him with me. I clamp down with all my strength, feeling every inch of him moving inside.
“Your pussy is a fucking vice. Can you take more?”
“Yes.”
He hammers into me over and over, his lips and tongue roving over my skin until I’m breathless.
My hands go to his head, nails scaling his scalp. The sound of my pants and skin slapping fills the air, and I shatter, crying his name. He thrusts twice more, his cock swelling as he groans.
I feel each pulse of his release mixing with mine. My vision goes dark and body goes limp.
“All mine.” He brushes his mouth along my neck.
“Always.”
He holds me until my breath evens out. I come back to the moment and open my eyes to his gorgeous face.
“Really love our lessons, baby.”
I roll my eyes.
“Do you understand now?”
“Understand what?”
“Rowan, I jacked my dick in the shower thinking of the sounds you made while I was inside you yesterday morning. Less than ten minutes later, my cock was hard as fucking steel needing you again.”
“Your stamina is impressive.”
“It’s more of an obsession.”
“Can we still have sex under the stars?”
“You girls drinking tonight?”
“Jewls is the designated driver.”
“We’re definitely fucking under the stars.”
He brushes his lips over mine, carrying me to the bathroom vanity, and grabbing a washcloth. Gently, he wipes the inside of my thighs and swipes it over my center. “Tonight, whatever you girls get up to, you’ll be full of me.”
“That’s incredibly barbaric.”
“Barbaric would mean me locking my door and keeping you handcuffed to me while I spend the night between your legs.”
“Is there Viking in your ancestry?”
“You saying I’m a Beastly God?”
“Close.” I grin, locking my hands around his neck and pulling him in for a kiss.
His phone chimes with a ding that has his body going rock solid. “Be back.”
I hop down, catching my reflection, and my eyes bug out. It’s not the pink scratches covering my chest. There’s a perfect bite mark at the base of my neck.
“Ford!” I stomp into the bedroom to find him still shirtless but with jeans slung low on his hips, typing on his phone. Even though it hasn’t been five minutes, my stomach flutters and breath hitches with the familiar desire.
Maybe I’m obsessed myself.
“Look what you did to me.”
He glances up, his face hard as stone.
“What’s wrong?”
“Got an issue at work.” His scowl is replaced with a smug grin. “Wondered how long it would take for you to see it.”
“You can at least pretend to be apologetic.”
“Why would I do that?”
“Did you do this on purpose?”
His silence is my answer.
“How do I explain?”
“I think it speaks for itself.”
Stories from Jewls and Harley flood my mind. I always thought they were exaggerating about Ace and Major’s antics. Secretly, it filled me with jealousy because it was oddly romantic.
Now I’m living in their shoes.
“Preposterous.” I dig a new lingerie set out of the dresser and go back to the closet. Luckily, my dress and shoes are a simple choice, but finding a necklace clunky enough to cover my neck may be a problem. Of course, Ford chose tonight to leave a visible mark. Harley, Jewls, and Shayla are bad enough, but Carson and Addie?