Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 77118 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77118 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
But then he was, dragging a ragged moan out of me as he settled deep. Then froze. I wasn’t proud of the disappointed grumble that escaped me, especially when Slash let out a wicked chuckle.
After a moment, he started moving as I tried to focus, tried to keep my mouth shut.
No moans.
No whimpers.
“You’re never going to get to come,” Slash said after what felt like an eternity of torture, of the most intense edging I’d ever experienced in my life.
“Neither will you,” I reminded him, pressing my lips together when he slammed into me so hard that I would have flown across the bed if he wasn’t holding me in place.
He fucked me like that for a long couple of minutes.
Hard.
Deep.
But slow.
Then he was grabbing me and turning, sitting off the side of the bed with me straddling him but facing away.
I didn’t even hesitate, just started moving, driving myself up, trying to get to that edge more quickly so I could come before I lost control of my mouth.
“Nope,” Slash barked, grabbing my hips and yanking me up, his cock sliding out of me, when I made a little mewling sound.
My legs were shaking as I stood, and that combined with the pathetic little whimper I let out seemed to make Slash show me some mercy.
This time, he grabbed me, pressing me down on the bed, and clamping a hand over my mouth as he started to fuck me again.
Faster.
Harder.
Driving me up so fast that the orgasm caught me a little off-guard, making my whole body tense and arch upward as I cried out against his palm.
His body slammed into mine, burying deep, cursing as he came.
His body crushed into me afterward, but there was something almost comforting about the pressure, making me wrap him up with my arms and legs, holding on in a way I knew I never would have let myself before. In a way that said I never wanted to let go.
And the thing was, I didn’t want to.
To let go.
I wanted to hold onto this man forever.
It was somehow a terrifying and comforting thought at the same time.
It was dangerous, I knew, to let someone mean something to you. To mean a lot to you. It gave them a lot of power.
And I had spent so much of my life holding onto what little power I felt like I had, never letting anyone get to me, always being completely responsible for my own happiness.
It was scary to give up even a little bit to someone else.
But, God, was it nice to have someone.
Someone to be there for you. To always be on your side. I hadn’t known that in so long.
I wasn’t going to let my fear take it away from me.
But that didn’t mean I was going to roll over and take it when I felt like he was overstepping a line.
“I’m going to work tomorrow,” I told him, feeling him sigh dramatically before pushing up to look down at me. “Like it or not,” I added.
“You’re a pain in the ass, you know that?” he asked.
“Yes,” I said, smiling. Because, coming from Slash, those words were actually a compliment.
“The Murphys will be there,” I reminded him.
“Yeah,” he agreed, clearly not enjoying the idea of giving up his control over my safety, but knowing he would need to.
“And you can visit,” I told him.
“And fuck you on your dinner break?” he asked, smirking down at me.
“Still not sick of me, huh?” I asked.
“Don’t think that’s possible, babe,” he said, rolling off of me, then making his way to the bathroom.
Again, they weren’t, you know, love words.
But that was not the kind of man Slash was.
They were close enough for me, though.
“What?” I asked when Slash walked out of the bathroom, giving me a strange look as he approached the bed.
“If you didn’t work at the bar, what would you do?” he asked, surprising the shit out of me.
“I… honestly, I haven’t ever given that any thought,” I admitted. “There had never really been any other option, y’know? There was no money for me to go to college, and my grades weren’t good enough for a scholarship. So I went into what was familiar to me, something I knew I would be good at, and that would pay the bills. Since then, I’ve been working too much to think of other options.”
“I get that,” he said, nodding.
“It’s probably stupid,” I told him. “Let’s face it, I can’t tend bar forever. Some day, not anytime soon, but someday, I won’t be young and perky and sexy enough to be raking in the tips like I do now.”
“Babe, you’d be sexy at eighty. It’s not just about looks,” he told me, making a warm feeling move through my chest. “What about settling down?” he asked, voice a little tighter than usual.