Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 49294 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 246(@200wpm)___ 197(@250wpm)___ 164(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49294 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 246(@200wpm)___ 197(@250wpm)___ 164(@300wpm)
“You’re making it hard to take things slow, Lennon. Really fucking hard.” I cock my hips upward, sliding the top of my dick closer to her entrance.
“Who says I want to take things slow?” Her words disappear as I take her mouth, swallowing her sweet sighs, and her tongue chases after mine. The hair on my chest grazes her hard nipples with each slight rock of her body. One hand moves away from her heart-shaped ass. I’d mourn the loss, except I’m going to flip her on her back. She doesn’t want to take things slow, and while I’m more than okay with that, there’s one little problem. I’m not prepared. I’m condomless, and there aren’t any at my place, either.
“Goddamn.” I rip my mouth away from hers, feeling the velvet pull of her pussy as she takes the tip of my dick inside her.
“Oh god, you feel so good.” She pulses around my length. I grit my teeth. Lennon is as greedy for me as I am for her.
“You’ve got no fuckin’ idea,” I grunt, holding still. You’d have thought I didn’t get off thirty or so minutes ago. This is the state Lennon always has me in, day or night, away from her or near her.
“More. Can I have more, please?” She’s begging me to fuck her raw, nothing between us, and while she’s riding me, I’d be a goddamn fool to say no.
“Got no condom, gorgeous.” I’m nearly losing my mind.
“I’m okay with that if you are.” She’s a trembling, shaking mess, staying exactly where I’m holding her, trying not to allow her to drop down further.
“You sure?” I double-check she is okay with where this is going.
“Positive,” she mewls just as my phone rings on her nightstand. I’m between a rock and a hard place. Technically, I’m not on call at the station, but because we’re short-staffed, I’ve offered to be available. Of course, this all happened before Lennon Sinclair entered my life, and now, I’m having doubts about answering my phone when I agreed to the deal in the first place.
“Gotta get that, Lennon. Hate like fuckin’ hell I’m going to lose your tight cunt wrapped around my dick, but I’m on call.” Lennon does the complete opposite of what I expect.
“No way. You stay right there. I’ll grab it for you.” She doesn’t crawl off my lap. She stays on my cock while reaching for my phone, and I somehow manage not to lose her cunt. My hand cups her tit, pinching and pulling her nipple, feeling her body jolt at the sensation.
“Like this, Lennon. A whole fucking lot,” I tell her as she brings the phone to me. I look at the screen, a war waging inside my brain on whether to answer it or not.
“Me too.” She lowers down another inch.
I answer the phone, breathing through the need to fuck my cock into her. “Hey, Kenny.” I lose Lennon’s heat the minute I say my sister’s name, and now I’m having major fucking regrets.
“Hi, um, are you busy?” Something is wrong. Kennedy doesn’t call me unless she needs help or there’s a problem. We see each other often, and she’s got no problem stopping at my place whenever she gets the notion.
“Nope, what’s wrong?” I reply, looking at my watch, noticing the time. Kennedy and Briar should be home right now
“My car overheated, and we’re stranded in the parking lot of the grocery store. I’m going to have to call for a tow, but there’s no way I’m going to put Briar in the front seat of a truck with someone I don’t know. So, if you could come grab her, I’ll stay and wait with my car.” I knife up, sliding my hand along the slope of Lennon’s hip.
“I’ll be there in fifteen. You’re not getting in a truck with a driver, and you’re not waiting for them to arrive, either, not fucking alone.” Jesus, it’s like she’s got to be Miss Independent every waking moment.
“Okay, thank you, Asher. Really, thank you. I thought it’d be a quick trip to the store for ice cream, and we’d be fine. I didn’t think my car would give me problems. She never has before.” I can hear the anxiety creeping into her voice.
“Anytime, you know that. Sit tight. We’ll be there in a few minutes.” Lennon is already moving toward her dresser, and while it sucks I’m not inside her, watching her spur into action to help take care of my sister, plus seeing her naked backside, goddamn phenomenal is what it is.
“Oh no, you’re with Lennie. I’ll call Trent or Jagger. Don’t worry about us,” Kennedy tries to placate me.
“The fuck you will. Trent is on the clock, and Jagger is out of town. Johnny is at the club tonight, Tysen is flying over God knows where, Luke has been on call for the past week at the hospital, Jude doesn’t know dick about cars, Crew is probably working his life away, and Matthew is busy.” I go down the list of friends who are more like family, making excuses for some, but mostly, I can take care of my sister with Lennon beside me.