Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 83070 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83070 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Her hand falls to my crotch, and she begins unzipping my pants. “I assure you I do.”
I snatch her wrist and bring her hand between us.
“You don’t want your dick sucked?” she asks, grinning sweetly. “If you’re worried that I’ll fall in love with you …” She lifts on her toes until her mouth hovers against mine and whispers, “I won’t.”
“Are you sure about that?”
The heat of her breath licking across my lips sends a shiver down my spine. My head spins as I struggle to remain calm and composed, and it takes everything I have to ignore the feeling of her breasts against my chest.
“I only want one thing from you,” she says, grinning. “And it’s not your heart.”
Motherfucker. I lace my fingers through hers, peering into her baby blues. “That’s good because I don’t have a heart to give you.”
“Perfect.”
“Perfect, huh?” I ask, grinning.
Carys leads me to the sofa and places her hands on my shoulders. She gives me a gentle push, so I give in and fall to the cushions. She stands, straddling one knee between her legs, and peers down at me through thick lashes.
“Yeah, perfect. With hearts come feelings, and there’s only one feeling that I’m interested in—orgasms,” she says. “If things get too feely, I’m out.”
I ball my fists to keep from touching her.
“What about Tate?” I ask, wondering if I poke around enough, she’ll come to her senses and realize I’m too old and this is too complicated—and will never go anywhere. And none of that is what she really wants.
She places one knee to my left and the other to my right. She shimmies forward until she’s straddling me with her pussy sitting on top of my cock. I let out a hiss, digging my fingers into her waist to keep her from moving.
“You seem to be a lot more worried about Tate than I am,” she says, trying to wiggle out from my grasp. I cinch my hands around her even tighter. “Tate’s just afraid you’ll break my heart. But how can you break it if I don’t give it to you?”
I look at her questioningly. I’m not sure if I should be relieved or offended. “You can just decide you won’t give it to me? It’s that easy?”
“Why would I allow myself to let you in that far when you just said you don’t have a heart to give me? Doesn’t seem like a fair trade.”
Okay, fair. “Good point.”
She tosses her head to the side, her hair falling across her shoulder.
“You are fucking beautiful,” I say, trying to control myself. “But you’re going to have to get off me.”
One of her hands slips behind my head. She lifts up, arching her back and widening her knees. She grinds against my throbbing cock. Her tits are right in front of my face, brushing against my lips. Teasing me. Tormenting me.
Just pull her dress down, and they’ll be in your mouth, asshole.
“Fuck me, Gannon.”
She pulls my face forward, burying it in her cleavage. She smells sweet, and the skin is soft and damp. Her tits slide along my face as she moves her body against mine. The heat of her pussy blazes against my dick, and I want so badly to reach beneath her dress and feel how soaked she is for me.
“No one will know,” she says, rocking back and forth. “I just need to feel you inside me.”
I grit my teeth and dig deep—deeper than I’ve ever had to search for restraint. The control I pride myself upon is slipping fast. But instead of panicking, I want to let it go. I want to give in.
I want to give in to her.
“Hey, quit it,” I say, squeezing her waist and holding her steady. She squirms in my hands. “Stop.”
She pulls back with her mouth hanging open. “Why?”
I can’t remember. I suck a breath in through my teeth and focus on not coming in my pants. If she moves again, I’m going to explode.
“You’ve been drinking,” I say, my throat pinched.
“So?”
“So I’m not fucking you like this.”
“Then let me fuck you.”
I lift her up and set her beside me. Then I stand while I still can.
“Where is your kitchen?” I ask, running a hand over my jaw.
“I fucking hate you.”
“Excellent. Kitchen?”
She points toward the archway and glares at me.
I exhale, rolling my eyes—mostly at myself. I just let things get beyond messy, and I have no idea how to fix it … or if I can fix it. This isn’t a situation that will go neatly back into a box.
It takes a moment to find the light switch, but once I do, I find the kitchen is neat and tidy. Luckily, it’s well organized, too. The first cupboard I choose has glasses.
I toss some ice into the glass and fill it with water before chugging the whole damn thing. My body is so hot that I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to cool it down. It’ll be impossible until I’m far away from Carys.