Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 74949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
“I’m gonna lose it. Your ass is like a vise around my cock,” Riven ground out right before his erection twitched and jerked inside me, hips still moving while he unloaded into the rubber.
We didn’t move afterward, still in the afterglow of our orgasm, his dick slowly softening in my ass.
I had been fucked by Riven McKenna.
And I couldn’t wait to do it again.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Riven
My chest still heaved in and out as Parrish collapsed onto his stomach.
“That was really good,” he said, his voice slurred like he was fuck-drunk. And he was right. It had been really good. I didn’t know if it was just because it had been so long since I’d had sex with someone or if Parrish’s ass was just that nice.
Whatever the reason, there was a buzz beneath my skin I couldn’t quiet. It kept increasing until I had to move, had to push off the bed and take a few steps away from him.
“Give me a minute and I’ll get dressed and go. It’s been a while since I’ve been fucked that well.”
I nodded as if he could see me, but Parrish had his eyes closed, one arm beneath his head and his right leg bent.
He was gorgeous—skin golden from the sun, muscular, furry legs and thighs that made my dick already stir again.
Damn him for how much I wanted him.
I went straight for the bathroom, turned the water on, tossed the condom, and climbed in. The shower was small, everything in my garage apartment was, but even before I’d been locked up, I hadn’t needed a lot of space, and I sure as hell didn’t now.
I washed up, telling myself when I got out, Parrish would be gone, but when I stood next to the bed a few minutes later, towel wrapped around my hips, he was snoring softly.
What the fuck.
“Parrish,” I said, ignoring the fact that I kept my voice low and soft when I said his name. Who would wake up with how gently I spoke to him? When he didn’t so much as move, I grumbled, “Parrish,” again, barely any louder than before.
Had there ever been a time I slept that soundly? I wasn’t sure there had been. My life had been spent feeling on edge, and it was even worse now. I’d been lucky in prison as a whole. It had been rough at first—people testing me to see what I was made of. Plus, with my attitude, I didn’t make it easy for people to like me. I’d gotten into a lot of fights, but once men realized they couldn’t fuck with me and that I would stick to myself if they left me alone, it had gone pretty smoothly. Still, sleep was never easy. I was always prepared for some kind of shit to go down, so the softest noise woke me.
“Shit.” I went to the dresser, got a pair of nylon shorts, and tugged them on. Then I grabbed a lighter and a cigarette from the pack on the table, and went outside to smoke. When I finished this, I’d wake his blissed-out ass up and send him on his way, but it tasted worse than normal, so I put it out when it was halfway done. I sat on the cement, leaning against the house.
It was after midnight now but still warm out. The stars were bright, trees looking like they brushed against them when I looked up.
I needed to get Parrish Hunt out of my bed, yet I didn’t move.
It was interesting seeing him with Bec’s kids today. He’d been good with them, the older one clearly being close to him. I hadn’t had any expectations because I hadn’t thought about Parrish with Becca and Rex’s kids, so I didn’t know why the thought of how he was with them surprised me. But really, I knew the answer to that too. He was so different from Rex…from Frank…from Bill. He was different with those kids, unlike any of the men I’d ever had in my life, and I’d only had to see them for five minutes to know that.
Which had nothing to do with me. None of it did, so why couldn’t I stop thinking about it? And why the hell was I letting Parrish sleep in my bed? Screwing him was one thing, because I’d needed to get off, but I should have kicked him out by now and I wasn’t.
And when the annoying motherfucker snored again, the sound drifting through the open door, I smiled.
“Argh!” Frustrated, I rubbed a hand over my face, stood, and went back inside. My bed was still occupied by a naked man, of course, so I grabbed the jeans I’d had on earlier and got my cell from the pocket.
I killed the lights. The couch was old and lumpy when I sat down, but I couldn’t pretend my bed was much better. Despite the fact that I’d had my dick in Parrish’s ass not long ago, I couldn’t lie down with him, didn’t even know how to do something like that anymore. Everyone in my life other than Grandma had betrayed me in some way or another, and if I gave Parrish the chance, he would too.