Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 78745 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78745 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
She reaches up, running her fingers through my hair, and tilts her chin to whisper my name. The sound is sweet and intimate, like a secret only meant for us. Our movements synchronize, and the rhythm we share cements my growing realization: I want this—her, this closeness, this undeniable warmth—in every way possible. Her promise to be my good girl, and my silent promise to cherish her in return, creates a bond more powerful than I ever thought I would feel.
I lean in and brush my lips over hers in a slow, deliberate kiss, trying to convey everything I can’t put into words yet. Every breath I take is filled with her scent, every thought in my mind is of her. It’s overwhelming and thrilling, a beautiful kind of chaos spinning through me. A complete riot in my chest as I thrust my hips, sinking in deeper, owning her.
As her arms cling tighter and her eyes flutter shut, I hold onto her, letting the moment last. For now, I surrender to the possibility that this is, indeed, love—fast, sudden, and overwhelming. And in the swirling rush of my emotions, I realize I’m not afraid.
Her sweet pussy grips my dick as I keep pounding, pumping, away inside her. I can’t get enough of her. I won’t ever be able to. I move my hand between our bodies and press a finger to her clit, and she moans.
“Orion, I love when you do that.” She arches her back, and sinks her teeth into my shoulder. “I’m so close,” she whispers out.
I love hearing those words fall from her lips. “Are you going to come for me?”
She sinks her teeth in even deeper as she nods.
“There’s nothing prettier than you coming undone for me, sweetheart.” I press my fingers to her clit as I continue pumping my cock in and out of her. I glance down to where our two bodies join, mesmerized by it. “You fit. You fucking fit my cock perfectly.”
She tightens her hold on me, everywhere, her arms, fingers, legs, until her body spasms around me. “I’m coming,” she calls out. “Oh, I’m coming,” she says again like she can’t believe it.
It’s a fucking sight to see. Her unraveling. Her complete and chaotic orgasm wracking her body. I watch in fascination, completely gripped by her.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Come on me. Milk my cock ‘cause I’m so damn close.” I keep pushing, filling her up completely as my body grows closer toward the inevitable. “Oh, fuck,” I groan out as I move inside her, in and out, my orgasm crashing through me, hijacking my body completely.
As I gaze into Briar’s soft green eyes, I know I’m royally fucked. But only in the best way possible.
My phone buzzes on the kitchen counter, and I glance at it, heart already thudding in my chest. Dean. It’s gotta be important, or he’d wait until morning.
Fuck.
“Orion,” he says the moment I answer. “Good news, bad news situation. We’ve got the restraining order in place—just came through. But Jason’s gone dark. No sightings for twenty-four hours. BRAVO Team’s tracking him, but so far, nothing.”
I pinch the bridge of my nose, tension tightening my shoulders. “All right. Keep me posted.” I suck in a breath. “Hey, let me ask you something.”
“What’s up?”
I probably shouldn’t be asking this, but I no longer give a fuck about decorum. Dean met his wife, Sophia on a job. “How did you know Sophia was the one?”
Dean doesn’t answer right away, and I’m about to backpedal before he sighs. “I think I knew the moment I first laid eyes on her, but when I knew a hundred percent was when she had a knife to my throat, telling me she was going to kill me.”
“Wow,” I breathe out. “How about for her?”
“Same time. She tells me when she had that knife to my throat, telling me she wanted to end my life and I tugged her closer and told her to do it, she just knew.”
They’d been through some shit, but in the end it had all worked out. They went undercover to take down a crime boss, and honestly, I never thought Dean was the type to fall in love. But here we are. He’s married.
“Thanks,” I say, ready to get off the phone before he questions me about asking.
However, I’m not quick enough. “You got it bad?”
I hang my head low, cursing myself for breaking protocol, but I’d never tell Dean that. “Just keep me updated about Jason.”
“Will do.”
I end the call and toss my phone onto the counter with a soft clatter. Damn it. No sign of Jason could mean he’s lying low, plotting his next move. And that’s worse than him skulking around, at least from where I stand.
Briar’s in the other room, having just put Jeb to sleep. I find her curled up on the sofa, knees drawn to her chest, staring out the window at the dark yard beyond. She glances up as I walk in, expression weary. My chest squeezes at the sight of her like this—worn and worried, carrying a burden she never asked for.