Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 91042 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91042 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
I licked my lips, letting my legs fall together as I sat up. “Trust me, that sight, seeing you come? That was for me too.”
Because I was going to get off to it several times a day. Possibly without touching myself. Just remembering how he had looked. Those veins in his muscles bulging in his neck. I had to stop. I was going to get worked up again.
A deep chuckle rumbled in his chest. “You like watching me jack off?”
I nodded. “Yes. It might be my most favorite sight ever.”
Another laugh as he stood up, gifting me with the view of deep, defined abs and the thick V cut below them as his jeans hung on his hips. He gave his still-semi-hard cock another swipe, and then he used his finger to scoop up the semen on his stomach. I watched, wishing I could reach out and take over, but I wasn’t sure if this meant I had that kind of freedom or not.
“What’s the frown for?” he asked, pausing his cleanup.
I blinked, and my eyes snapped back up to his. “Nothing. I was thinking.”
“I know. About what?”
Alec had left me with a lot of insecurities. I hadn’t really realized it until now.
“I was just…” My eyes went back to his abs. “I would have done that for you. I mean, cleaned you up…” I trailed off. Had that been a weird thing to say?
“Winslet…”
Hearing him say my name sent a thrill through me.
“Yes?”
“Tell me what you want. Say the words. Whatever they fucking are.” He sounded determined.
I could do this. He wasn’t Alec.
“I want to taste it.” My face instantly went hot.
His nostrils flared. “My cum?”
I nodded.
“Fucking hell, darlin’,” he said in a hoarse whisper, then stepped closer to me. “Then, taste it off my stomach.”
Yes, yes, yes! That was exactly where I wanted it.
I grabbed the front of his thighs and leaned in, licking along the indention between two of his abs, where his release had pooled. Licking some off my lips, I move over to the V cut and traced it with my tongue.
“Fuuuuuck,” Oz groaned.
I lifted my eyes to see his face. His complete focus was on me.
There was a hint of vulnerability in his eyes. Not something you’d ever expect to see on a man like Oz Savelle.
“You done?” he asked, sounding a little choked.
I shook my head and went to clean the other two spots where he had left some behind. When it was all gone, I dropped my hands from his thighs and sat back, completely satisfied.
Twenty-Nine
Oz
Bane and Ransom stepped out of the front door of the house we all shared when I pulled up. I’d called them on my way and asked them to be ready. It was after midnight, but I’d had a hard time leaving Winslet. The fact that I hadn’t grabbed her and slammed my dick into her, then fucked her hot little cunt on the damn coffee table after she licked the cum off my stomach was a goddamn miracle. If there were free passes into heaven, I should get one. But I had managed to leave her sleeping peacefully around nine thirty because I had to take care of some things and I was running out of time.
Ransom opened the door behind me and climbed in as Bane got into the passenger seat.
“What’s up?” Ransom asked at the same time Bane asked, “Who we killing?”
“Damn. I like this shirt. It’s new,” Ransom mused. “Think I can keep blood off of it? How brutal are we talking?”
I backed up so I could turn the Hummer around. “No killing. Your shirt is safe.”
Bane turned his head to look at me. “You got me out of bed, and there isn’t gonna be a body to dispose of?”
I shot him an annoyed look.
“Wait, please don’t tell me this is about Mr. Rogers,” he said with a groan. “Do not have pulled me from Halo for more high school vandalism, like tire slashing.”
“I need details. Who the fuck is Mr. Rogers? Because I’m eighty-five percent sure the real one is dead. And when did you slash someone’s tires?” Ransom sounded amused about the last part.
“If the two of you would shut up long enough for me to talk, I’d explain,” I bit out through clenched teeth.
“Explain,” Bane told me, then yawned.
“I set most everything up before I called you. I just need some backup with finishing touches.”
Bane raised his eyebrows. “Great. That was vague as fuck. We are all briefed and ready.” Sarcasm dripped from his tone.
“Yesterday, someone told the principal at Winslet’s school that she was pregnant—and before you start with all the shit and questions, she isn’t pregnant. But it’s a Christian school, and they can fire her for being unmarried and pregnant.”
“Time-out,” Ransom said. “Remind me who Winslet is.”
“The counterfeiter’s sister he was ordered to abduct two months ago,” Bane told him. “He has since been stalking her.”