Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 40859 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 204(@200wpm)___ 163(@250wpm)___ 136(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40859 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 204(@200wpm)___ 163(@250wpm)___ 136(@300wpm)
Over and over he does this hitting me deeper and deeper each time. His hand drops to my clit where his thumb presses against me as he thrusts.
“Come on, buttercup, give it to me,” he encourages as I match him thrust for thrust. The pace quickening, he removes his thumb dropping my legs around his sides as he kisses me. The second his tongue touches mine, I feel it.
The vibration through my body, the tension coming then relaxing as every part of my body feels alive under this man. I cry out as the ecstasy overwhelms me. Then I feel myself hot with his seed inside me and spilling out.
“Fuckin’ best night I’ve ever had,” he mutters in pants.
He slides out of me only after I ride through my aftershocks. Going in to my bathroom, he returns with a washcloth he wet and begins to clean me. My sensitive flesh loves every touch from him.
I worry as he settles back beside me, will he sleep tonight? I don’t want him to leave me alone after such a beautiful moment together. But I don’t want him awake watching me sleep as he often does. I will do anything and everything to beat back this nightmares and anything else to give him the peace and freedom from his past the way he has given to me.
I don’t have to worry or wonder for long. In moments, he falls asleep with me tucked against him and we both sleep. When his alarm goes off, I stretch deliciously sore in all the right places and extremely happy that we had a full night in each other’s arms asleep.
For me, it’s the best night of my life. I have never felt more cherished and more protected.
“Mornin’ Jennings,” whisper tilting up and pressing a soft kiss to his neck.
I get a squeeze to my ass. “Fuckin’ knew it would be the best I ever had.”
With those words he rolls over top of me and instantly, I feel his hard length between my legs. Shifting, I wrap my legs around his hips opening for him. His lips hit mine and he slides inside me. I moan as he stretches my delicate flesh that is still throbbing from last night’s activities.
“Could die right now and know I have experienced fuckin’ Heaven in your cunt.”
I rock up meeting his thrusts as my body is already climbing and coming alive for him.
“Kiss me,” I whisper and his lips come to mine as our tongues collide in want.
In moments, his pace quickens before he stills and his warm liquid shoots inside me. The change sends me right over into my own orgasm where I cry out his name.
“Fuckin’ best wake up I’ve ever had, my cock in your cunt and my name on your lips.”
I feel him growing hard once again and smile. “Better than coffee,” I manage to get out this huskiness to my voice.
“She wants to fight my demons,” he whispers with his eyes locked to mine.
I nod biting my bottom lip as he slightly slides deeper in me.
“Want to have more nights like this one, Jennings,” I admit softly.
“Fuck,” he groans before his mouth crashes to mine again.
It’s not long before he’s giving me another orgasm before finishing himself.
I absolutely refuse to wake up one more day without him in this bed with me. No matter what I have to face with him to have this.
We will have it and for a long time to come.
Epilogue
ROGUE
Four Months Later
“Covering scars doesn’t take them away, Jennings,” Michele explains as she sits beside me. “It’s a way to take something ugly and make it have a little beauty.”
I reach over and run my thumb on the side of her face as she leans into my hand. This is something important to her and to me. The tremors will always come and go, the gash on my forearm is always a reminder of loss. She wants me to make beauty out of the broken parts of me.
She locks her eyes to mine. “You gave me beauty over my scars, Jennings, the ones no one can see.”
Her words get to me. Reaching over, I give the back of her neck a small tug, she comes forward. I pull her onto my lap, making her straddle me.
“Kiss me,” I order and she does. I break away as Duke comes closer holding the stencil in his hand. The design Michele thought of, explained to Duke, and then alongside him, fine-tuned.
“Keep her with you,” Michele leans in whispering so only I can here. “Give the scars the beauty of your daughter.”
When she lifts her head I can see the tears pooling in her eyes. Duke aligns the stencil on my left arm. Michele goes to move and I grip her in place with my right hand.
“Stay right where you are, buttercup.”