Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75478 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75478 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
“You are not going on a playground in your condition.”
“Make me sound pregnant,” Sully teased, polishing off one taco and reaching for the next. “You okay?” he asked.
“I… yeah.”
“You don’t sound convinced.”
“I feel like I shouldn’t be as okay as I am,” I admitted.
“Knew someone in the service once who was anxious about everything. Until shit went down. Then he was almost scary calm. Maybe it’s something like that.”
“I mean, I was not doing the best in the car,” I admitted.
“You did amazing.”
“I blew through a stop sign.”
“Eh, it was pure decoration.” There was a pause. “You came out to try to save me.” There was a softness in his voice, an awe that had my heart clenching.
“I mean, I was just telling you to get inside because I knew it was him using Courtney’s phone.”
“Don’t play it down. You ran out there even though you were scared. You drove like a bat outta hell out of there. Scared. You were a badass today.”
Okay.
I liked that praise a heck of a lot more than I probably should have.
Enough so that the warmth in my chest quickly moved downward, becoming something even more heated.
Suddenly, I felt bolder than ever before.
Bold enough to move over toward him.
Something about the look in my eyes had him placing the taco back down on the tray, a wicked little smirk tugging at his lips.
“Gonna be real with you. I can’t get too acrobatic tonight, but I think I could…oh,” he said with a little exhale as I lowered myself down in front of him, my hands going for his button and zipper.
By the time I worked them down and reached inside, he was already thick and straining for me.
Heat pooled in my core as Sully gathered my hair while I lowered down, closing my lips around him and sucking him deep.
“Fuck,” he groaned, fingers tightening in my hair.
His reaction only spurred me on, making me work him faster, take him deeper, loving the way his breathing went quick and shallow, how little curses were escaping him as his taste filled my mouth.
I was content to stay just like that, to work him to completion.
But his fist twisted in my hair, yanking, making it impossible not to follow his silent command to lift my head.
“Get up here,” he demanded, voice rough, still pulling until I was on my feet.
Only then did he release me, reaching out to grab the waistband of my pants and panties and yanking them down.
“Your shoulder,” I reminded him, even as need coiled tighter between my thighs.
“Fuck my shoulder,” he said, reaching into the nightstand, then protecting us. “Climb up here,” he demanded when he was settled, his hand on my butt cheek, guiding me until I was on his lap, until I was poised over him.
His hand on my hip pulled until I lowered down, until I took him inside of me.
My moan and his curse mingled as he slid in to the base, as my walls tightened around him.
“Ride me, baby,” Sully demanded, voice rough.
I placed a hand on his good shoulder and did just that.
But slow.
Gentle.
Even if everything in my body was begging me to ride him hard and fast and take us right to that edge as quickly as possible.
Leaning in, I pressed my lips to his, kissing him long and deep as I moved, driving us both up slowly.
“Fuck, you feel good,” Sully groaned against my lips as my breathing went fast and shallow, as the tightening in my core became borderline painful. “Come for me, baby,” he demanded softly.
Then I did. It was a slow and deep pulsation that started where our bodies joined and spread outward until it seemed to overtake me completely.
“Fuck,” Sully groaned, his head hitting my shoulder as his body shuddered with his release.
I came back down slowly, happily staying enveloped in that post-orgasm haze.
Until, of course, I felt something wet against my shoulder. The one that was against Sully’s bad shoulder.
“Oh,” I yelped, pulling back.
Looking down, sure enough, blood had seeped through the gauze and kissed my skin.
“Oh, no,” I said, climbing off of his lap.
“Honey, it’s fine,” Sully said, eyes still a bit heavy-lidded, tone light.
“You’re bleeding.”
“I was shot,” he agreed with a little smile as he glanced at the gauze.
“I shouldn’t have done that,” I declared, grabbing my shirt and whipping it on. “I’ll go get Callow,” I said, slipping into my pants and making my way to the door.
Only to find my wrist grabbed in Sully’s hand, pulling me to a stop, then moving in close behind me, pinning my front to the door.
“I don’t need Callow. I’m fine. It’s gonna bleed on and off for a bit. So long as it’s just red, we got no problems. And, yes, you absolutely should have done that.”
A snort escaped me at that. But then his head dipped, his lips pressed into my neck.