Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 31257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 156(@200wpm)___ 125(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 156(@200wpm)___ 125(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
Her hands delve into my hair again, fingers plucking at the short strands. I nip her lower belly, prying her legs farther apart.
Cum spills into my boxers in a steady stream as her intoxicating scent hits me. I bury my face in her pussy, breathing her in. Even here, she smells like peaches and caramel.
I press my tongue to the seam of her panties, tasting her through them. That little taste annihilates my self-control as soon as it hits my tongue.
Ah, fuck.
I yank her panties to the side, using my tongue to part her folds on my way to her clit.
"Noah!" Her shout rings out around us, her body jolting.
I eat her like a starving man, gorging myself on her as she shouts and shakes and cries out for me. Her juices drench my face as I drag her closer, closer, until there's nowhere else for her to go except for on my tongue.
She claws my shoulders when I force the tip inside her tight little hole to fuck her with it. Her sobs grow louder.
She's going to come.
I grind my nose against her clit and stiffen my tongue, forcing it deeper.
Her body seizes up. My name leaves her lips in a euphoric cry, and she shatters, soaking my face.
I eat her through it, and then clean up the mess I made.
She falls limp beneath me, breathing hard. Her auburn hair is tangled around her flushed face. Her lips swollen from my kisses. Her expression soft.
"Beautiful," I whisper, crawling up her body to pull her into my arms.
Chapter Seven
Aspen
"Aspen."
I jolt awake, crying out in shock as someone shakes me. A man looms over me. For a moment, I think it's one of the men from the shop. And then I see familiar green eyes, and a wave of relief hits me.
"Noah," I croak. Why is my throat so dry?
"Are you okay, Dimples?"
"I…" I stare at him blankly, trying to take stock. Everything is fuzzy and muted, like I'm still half asleep. "I was having a nightmare."
"Yeah," he mutters, his tone grim. "A bad one from the way it sounded." He perches on the side of the bed beside me, reaching out. I flinch without meaning to do it. He notices but doesn't say anything. He simply pauses for a moment to give me time to adjust and then slowly continues moving his hand toward me to brush hair out of my face. "Want to talk about it?"
I try to remember details, but they're hazy. "I think I was dreaming about what happened at the shop," I say through a yawn. "I remember someone chasing me with a gun."
"Jesus."
"I should probably talk to someone," I sigh.
"Probably," he agrees.
"I did after the accident." I'm not sure why I tell him this.
"Yeah?"
I nod, dragging myself into a sitting position and then draping the sheet up with me to cover myself. Being the only one mostly naked feels a little too exposed right now. "I had nightmares for a long time afterward. Nash thought therapy might help, so I saw a shrink twice a week for the first year to try to work through everything, and then once a month until I was like sixteen."
"Did it help?"
"I guess so." I rub sleep from my eyes and sigh again. "I stopped reliving the accident every night, at least. What time is it?"
"It's a little after noon."
I blink twice. "I've been asleep for four hours?"
"You needed it. You had a shit morning."
I laugh abruptly. "That's one way to put it."
Noah cracks a smile.
"Did you sleep?"
"A little," he says. "The sheriff brought over some photos for you to look at. And I had to make some calls."
"Practice!" I cry. "You had practice this morning."
"It's cool, Dimples. I let Coach know what was going on. He's not stressing about me missing one practice." He grimaces. "We do have to bus out for a game the day after tomorrow, though. It's in Oklahoma."
"So you'll go to your game, and I'll stay here," I say.
His brows furrow. "I already talked to Jack. If the sheriff hasn't caught the fuckers who broke into the shop by then, we're going to hire a bodyguard for you until I get back."
"You're…what?" I splutter, certain I heard him wrong.
"It won't be permanent, baby. Only while I'm gone," he says, confirming that I didn't mishear him at all. The crazy man actually wants to hire a bodyguard.
"Are you insane?" I press my hands to my overheated cheeks, and the sheet slips.
To his credit, his gaze only drifts to my boobs for a brief second before returning to my face. "Someone tried to shoot you this morning, Aspen. Had his aim been better, he would have shot you."
"I'm aware. I was there," I remind him. "I'm the one who had to flee for my life. But hiring a bodyguard is taking this to an extreme."