Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 63186 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63186 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
“Yes, please.”
“Aw, babygirl. I was trying to be gentle. But you’re driving me out of my mind.” He spears me with one powerful stroke, and I gasp at the deep penetration.
“Oh God!”
He goes still, his fingers sweeping my braids from my face. “You okay, babygirl? Too much?”
I shake my head, my body already accommodating his size. “No, it’s perfect. Give it to me.”
“Fuck,” he mutters. His hips snap as he drives up into me.
I’m not small or light, but he uses enough force to send me sliding up the mattress toward the headboard. He catches me where neck meets shoulder and holds me in place for his pounding.
He’s rough.
Passionate.
Very, very hard.
And I can’t get enough of it. Each slam into me seems to affirm something about me I didn’t know I was missing.
The sense of being wanted.
I’m not sure I realized until now how unwanted I really felt. By my parents, by Bentley. I never fit in. Not in my family. Not in my community. Growing up, no one knew what to do with me–a rich black girl in Los Angeles, the stepdaughter of a director.
Teddy knows, though.
Teddy knows exactly what to do to me. With me. For me.
He pounds into me like our lives depend on it. Like this is as life-affirming and soul-fulfilling for him as it is for me.
I rock my hips to meet him, to take him deeper. I squeeze my internal muscles around his cock to give him more sensation, and he lets out an unearthly growl. Truly, a strange sound that seems to shake the cabin.
“Yes!” I shout, as if that sound is as familiar as my own name even though I’ve never heard those notes before in my life.
He growls again.
I reach up and pinch his flat nipple, and he goes wild, thrashing his head, slamming in with such force my eyes roll back in my head.
The moment he comes, I let go, coming with him, my muscles squeezing and milking his cock. I swear I feel his cum inside me, searing me with heat, christening me with love.
Teddy drops his head to my neck, and I feel the scrape of something sharp, and then he jerks his torso roughly back, covering his mouth with his hand.
I’m too out of my mind to comprehend what’s happening. Maybe he gets embarrassed about his orgasm face.
The thought makes me laugh, and I wrap my legs behind his back and pull him down to me again in a fit of giggles.
“Lana,” he pants. “Oh Fate. You’re going to be the death of me.”
Teddy
I almost marked her.
Holy hell–my bear is completely out of control. I had no idea I was going to do that. I push away all the implications of my bear marking a human female.
I can’t think about that now.
When we’ve caught our breaths and she’s stopped laughing, I ease out of her.
“I need a moment.” I head out to grab her a glass of water and halt in the living room. My front door is askew. There are no bears in my kitchen, and nothing on the kitchen counters or in the living room has moved, but there’s a piece of paper under a rock on the breakfast table. The corner of the note flaps in the breeze from the open front door.
“Hey, big bro, thanks for breakfast. We borrowed the warbird for an errand, but we’ll bring it back by tonight. xoxo, TTT.”
TTT stands for “The Terrible Threes”. It’s how the triplets sign their handiwork. The little buggers must have snuck in while I was with Lana.
The hidden key rack in my kitchen cupboard is missing the helicopter keys.
“Goddammit,” I snarl. They could’ve stolen the keys while I was with Lana or earlier when they were helping me with breakfast.
I’ve taken my brothers up in my helicopter before. They’ve done parachute jumps, and I’ve even started teaching them how to fly. Bern shows the most aptitude, but he’s not cleared for solo flights. Not by a long shot.
If they wreck my warbird, they better hope they die in the crash. I will make them wish they were dead.
“Is everything all right?” Lana calls. She’s still in bed, her eyes sleepy. I shove on my boots and lope to her side to lean down for a kiss.
“It’s all good, babygirl. There’s a…family emergency. I need to take care of it, but I’ll be right back.”
Her forehead wrinkles, and she sits up. “Do you want me to–”
“No. Stay. I mean it. I want you here—in this bed—when I return.”
“Okay.” She relaxes back with a sigh. “I might take a little nap. Get ready for round two.”
My cock throbs, and I almost crawl back in bed to take her in my arms again. Claim her properly.
Instead, I have to go out and save the Terrible Threes from themselves.