Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 54742 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 182(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54742 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 182(@300wpm)
“Yes. Harder. Give me every inch,” she screeched, bucking back against him like a wild bronco as he increased his thrusts inside of her.
Their bodies slammed back and forth against one another, fucking one another for everything they could give. Her body seemed to tense all over and then just release as he felt another warm flood of come shatter her center and flow down his cock to drip down his rapidly tightening balls.
Jo reached back beneath her, kneading them, sending him over the edge as he slammed forward one last time and filled her with a surprising load for his second one in the span of an hour. They lay against one another, enjoying the aftermath as they climbed fully back into the bed and curled up against each other to go to sleep.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
“You see, this was a good idea," he said later, toward midnight, when they were lying dazed and sated in the sheets, with the breeze from the open window cooling their sweat-soaked bodies. The room was in darkness, except for the light from the outside utility light. They lay on their sides, facing each other but not touching, a few centimeters apart.
"I always knew that. It was just a question of timing. It was a good idea last time too. Though, I acted poorly afterward,” he admitted.
"Third time lucky then?”
He laughed softly and pulled her to him, kissing her softly and looking down at her before pulling her back down beside him and kissing her some more. Her mind went blank and she forgot all her troubles as they resumed where they had left off earlier.
Toward dawn, they finally fell asleep. Jo woke a few hours later to find him bending over her with a cup of coffee. He was fully dressed, looking handsome, though a little haggard, in a t-shirt and cotton pajama pants. He smile down at her thoughtfully.
"Good morning. How are you?" He put down the coffee and sat on the bed beside her.
"You haven’t told me what happened with Saul last night. Did he admit what he had done? I wanted to rip him apart, but I wasn’t sure after I saw how comfortable you seemed with him.”
“You were jealous.”
“Maybe.”
“There was no maybe about it. You were green. It was like a hulk had rolled up in there,” she teased.
“Fine. I was worried sick when Paul called me, but it quickly turned to anger when I saw you all poised, talking to him in his bathrobe.”
“Yeah, Paul,” she replied.
“What about him?”
Jo laid out things as Saul had explained them. King listened intently to her, seeming more and more agitated as she spoke.
“And you believe him?”
“Yes, I do. It all makes sense, doesn’t it?”
“I suppose it does,” he said, walking to the kitchen with their empty cups and setting them in the sink.
“So, I’m not sure what to do, but I’ll figure it out,” she said.
“If there is anything I can do to help, just let me know. I haven’t interfered much since you told me what was happening, but I can step in.”
“Thank you, but I don’t need to be protected. I got myself into this and I’ll get myself out of it, somehow.”
“I’m sure you will. Hey, I have to run to the club to take care of something. I thought maybe you could stay here till I come back, and then we'll go out to lunch." He kissed her. "Or not, as the case may be."
"That sounds inviting, but I’ve a better idea. Can you take me by the house on your way, so I can get some clean clothes while you take care of business elsewhere?”
“Sure. Let’s get going then.”
They showered together and dressed separately. King gave her a clean shirt to wear, but she was stuck with her previous day’s clothes otherwise She was aware that her shoes were still damp and making sucking noises on her feet as she slipped them on.
They headed out to the bike and made their way closer to town, kissing goodbye in front of her house, though she wasn’t sure for how much longer it would be such, before he roared off down her street.
Inside, she made herself some more coffee and relaxed in bed for a little while longer, thinking idly about the night that had just gone by and the day that was to come. She couldn't stop smiling. Last night was the beginning of something much more important, though she didn’t yet know what. King was going to count in her life. Of that, she was certain.
The windows were open, and the noise of the traffic drifted up toward her room as she changed into clean clothes. The storm had cleared the air, and the sun was shining. She wondered vaguely where he would take her for lunch.
It was just over an hour later when the front doorbell rang. She made a mental note to give him a key, then wondered if he already had one from his previous visits here, before she had bought it. Then she made a mental note to have all the locks changed. That is, if she decided to keep this place and deal with all the garbage that entailed.