Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 108563 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 543(@200wpm)___ 434(@250wpm)___ 362(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108563 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 543(@200wpm)___ 434(@250wpm)___ 362(@300wpm)
“I know,” I say. “It’s not about the money. I just feel like I worked hard to get where I am today, and I don’t want to wave goodbye to any of that. Not working is not an option for me.”
“Okay,” he says with a nod, his hands squeezing my thighs. “Then we’ll factor that in. We’ll still work, maybe even continue with Shadow’s training if that’s what she wants.”
Holding his stare, I try to figure out how the hell we’re supposed to make that happen, and judging by the slight crease between his brows, he’s just as lost as I am. It’s one thing to have these grand plans for a future together, but if we can’t get out of Blue Springs without getting a bounty on our heads, then what’s the point in any of this?
“How?” I whisper, my heart falling out onto my sleeve.
“It all comes down to the asshole who organized this,” he says, having read my mind. “We fake our deaths, and if we can get to him before he realizes that he was played and puts the bounty out, then we’re free. We’ll have it all. The three of us together. A real chance at having a family.”
“Fuck, that sounds good, but Mila and I have tried to find him a million times before. He’s more of a ghost than you and Shadow are,” I say, suddenly wishing we hadn’t taken 343 out of the competition quite so early. Maybe with both him and Mila working together, they might have been able to trace the untraceable. “I don’t think we can pull it off.”
“I don’t know,” he says, scooping me off the kitchen counter and into his arms as I lock my legs around his waist. “All I know is that we need to try. But first, we sleep. We’re not going to get anywhere trying to plan some grand escape plan after the night we just had. My brain is fried, and don’t even try to tell me yours isn’t. We rest, and then after Shadow wakes up, we figure this shit out together.”
“I couldn’t agree more,” I tell him. “Only, I need to shower, and don’t think for one second that you’re not coming with me.”
29
SIREN
The water rains down over me as Reaper slams my back against the cold tiles, and despite the burns on my back that we only just finished first aid for, I can’t help but lean into the coldness, finding the sweetest relief.
His lips come down on mine as I reach between us, curling my hand around the base of his thick cock and slowly pumping my hand. My thumb roams over his tip and makes him shudder against me.
“Fuuuuck,” he groans, his lips moving against mine before lowering to the sensitive skin below my ear. I can’t help but tilt my head to the side, allowing him more space to roam, and as he does just that, his fingers find my entrance while holding my thigh up with his other hand.
Two thick fingers dive deep inside of me, curling just the way I like it, and massaging my needy walls. I grind against the heel of his palm, and without skipping a beat, he stretches his thumb up to my clit, rolling tight, fast circles that drive me wild with need.
“Oh god,” I groan, tipping my head back in elation as the sweetest pleasure pulses through my body.
Reaper lifts his head from my neck, holding my stare. “No, baby. I’m your fucking god now, and you worship me on your fucking knees.”
“Oh yeah?” I question, my lips quirking into a wild grin.
His only response is to hold my stare and before he gets a chance to drop his lips back to my neck, I fall to my knees and worship him the only way I know how. Opening my mouth wide, I take his thick cock right to the back of my throat as his glorious body protects me from the flow of water raining down over us.
My tongue works up and down his impressive length, rolling over the tip of his salty cock before hungrily diving back in. I keep my hand around the base of his cock, slowly working him up and down, matching the rhythm of my mouth, and as he braces his hand against the shower tiles, I know I’ve got him right where I want him.
“Spread your pretty thighs, Kienna,” he demands, watching me from above, and fuck, the way he says my name in that deep, gravelly voice almost has me coming undone. “Show me how you work your sweet clit while you take my cock.”
Not having the heart to deny this exceptional man, I oblige before the words have even finished leaving his mouth, spreading my thighs as far as they’ll go before showing him exactly how much I like it. My fingers roll over my clit, and while it’s certainly not the way he works me with his fingers deep inside of me, it’ll still get the job done.