Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 69352 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69352 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
When Cutter’s hand came out to help me up, I took it, his large palm engulfing my tiny one.
The tingles started the moment his bare skin touched mine.
That was a lie, though.
His body had been wrapped around me all night.
He’d placed his hands on my bare thighs, running his palms up and down the length of my legs. He’d wrapped his arms around me and pulled me in tight to him. He’d placed kisses on my neck and shoulders.
He’d been playing the long game all night, and I was at the breaking point.
And the thought of getting on that bike and riding nearly thirty minutes home—if traffic was cooperating—sounded like torture.
Turning in his arms, I stared up at him and said, “You never showed me your room.”
His eyes turned curious as he said, clearly misunderstanding why I was asking, “It’s just a bed in a room the size of a Post-it Note.”
The operative word there was “bed.”
Though, I suppose, with Cutter’s strength, he didn’t necessarily need a bed.
I hummed before going up on my tippy toes and saying, “Show me.”
His hands on my hips tightened, I was guessing still in confusion but curiosity as well, and I flushed when he started to drag me toward a long hallway.
The clubhouse itself was one large barndominium with a kitchen on one side and the bedrooms on the other side of a very large, open room.
There were a shit ton of couches, a bar, and TVs. A lot of them.
I’d gone to the bathroom, which was one of four in the long hallway on the left side.
But I hadn’t ventured any farther past them, too worried about what I’d find if I started to look.
Now, as he dragged me toward the bedrooms, I wondered idly if his bedding was clean.
I was proved neither right nor wrong when he walked to a door near the end of the hall on the left and pulled me inside.
The mattress was still in the plastic, and the bed frame was half-put together leaning up against the wall.
“I like what you’ve done to the place,” I teased.
He didn’t bother closing the bedroom door when he lifted me up and pressed me against the wall.
The newly painted wall that still smelled of fresh paint.
So he’d known what I was asking after all…
“Is this what you wanted?” he asked as he pressed himself against me.
I licked my lips and said, “Yes.”
“Why?” He skimmed his rough palms from my hips up underneath my shirt, his hands stilling when he felt my braless state.
That was the good thing about having smaller breasts. You didn’t need a bra when you wore the correct clothing.
“You’re not wearing a bra,” he murmured in surprise.
“They’re constricting, and make me feel like I can’t breathe,” I admitted. “If I can get away with not wearing them, I don’t.” I looped my hands around his neck, then went up into his hair as I started to pull his mouth to mine. “As to why, I didn’t think I could sit on the back of your bike for however long and not come…and it’s always way better to come with you inside of me than empty. Though, it might be a close second, coming against your back while on your bike…”
He growled and smashed his lips to mine.
It didn’t take Cutter much to get going.
He was gone for me…just like I was gone for him.
This whole situation was freakin’ mad, yet I was there for it.
I didn’t care that we barely knew each other.
I didn’t care that this was completely and irrevocably insane.
I only cared about how I felt right now, and that was fantastic.
With his hips grinding into my pussy, and his hard body pressed against me while he held me aloft…well, I truly couldn’t think about a single thing to complain about.
“Milena,” he growled against my throat when he pulled back from my mouth to catch his breath. “I don’t have any condoms.”
I snorted.
We’d said the same damn thing, either him or me, each time we’d had sex since this had all started. Now it was just a game we played, even if a bit repetitious. Regardless, it made me smile.
“It’s okay…maybe you can just put the tip in,” I taunted.
It was his turn to snort as he pulled back, set me on my feet, then started unbuttoning his pants.
I hastily got rid of my shoes, my shorts, and my panties.
Once I was standing there half-naked, he’d had enough time to get his pants unzipped and pushed partially down to reveal his cock.
His hand was wrapped around it, his fingers lazily stroking the long, thick length.
A bead of precome was gathered at the very tip, and as I watched, the drop fell to the floor.
The desperate thought of ‘lick it up’ hit me, but I wasn’t that far gone.