Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 70264 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70264 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
This is my life now.
Safe in some ways. I’m not going to starve here. There’s an honor code ingrained deeply in these men that makes me believe they won’t physically hurt me, but the emotional turmoil I’m feeling is barbed wire around my heart.
I don’t wait for Jesse to find me. I seek him out in his dimly lit study. His back is to the door, wide shoulders, spread legs tucked under the monstrous dark wood desk. He senses me before I speak, turning just his head and finding me hesitating. Then he turns his whole body on the swivel chair, facing me, assessing me with his eerie aqua eyes, lips pressed into what feels like a disapproving slash.
“I’m sorry,” I say. “For getting upset.”
Jesse nods, leaving silence to hang between us.
“I just… I brought feelings from outside here and overlaid them. It wasn’t fair.”
A flicker of recognition passes over his face, widening his eyes. The hand resting on his powerful thigh flexes.
“Can I make it up to you?” My voice is barely a whisper, and I clasp my hands together in front of me, trying to stop them from noticeably trembling.
He swallows, his throat shifting. His gaze drops from my face, over my body. In my new clothes, I feel different. Older. Less dowdy. More like a wife than somebody’s neglected teenager.
“You can.”
He holds out his big hand, and I slowly cross the room until he secures my wrist in his rough palm. He tugs me in between his legs and uses his other huge hand to make me bend enough to kiss him. He tastes of whiskey and dark desires, and my head spins at the slide of his tongue into my mouth.
When he pulls back and licks his lips, a shudder runs through me. A shudder of desire and trepidation. His hands cup my face as he takes me in. It’s like he’s reading words on a page but finding them in a language he doesn’t understand. There’s a craving in the urgency of his touch and a wariness in his shuttered gaze. He’s a barrel of confusion, a tangle I want to learn how to unravel, and it’s not just because I need him to want me. It’s for my satisfaction, too. He closes his eyes, blocking me out. When he opens them, they’ve darkened with resolve and intention.
“On your knees.”
The boldness and surety of the order compel me to move so fast I almost hurt myself. There’s a rug on the floor that’s soft, though, and I watch as Jesse unbuckles his belt and unzips his fly. I’ve never taken a man in my mouth before. So much blood floods my cheeks, I can almost taste it. Jesse palms his thick cock, making me watch as he thickens and darkens. I flick my eyes up and his expression is fierce, possessive.
“Open your mouth, princess.”
I shift forward and he slicks the head of his cock over my bottom lip. He’s so hot against my tongue. Hot and so damned hard. My jaw strains, working to take him deeper. I have no idea what I’m doing, but I close my eyes and think about what I liked when Clint licked me. A moving tongue, changes in pressure, sucking, and changing speed. I try to do those things, urged by Jesse’s hand on the back of my neck. “That’s it,” he croons. “Good girl. Give me what I need. Mmmm... yeah. Just like that.”
A pulsation of arousal tickles my clit when he says good girl. It happened last time we were together. Just that little hint of praise is enough to make my whole body flush. I’ve been so hard up for any kind of approval since Mom died that it’s turned me desperate.
“Yeah, sweet girl.” His fingers flex against my neck. I can tell he wants to control this, but he’s worried I won’t be able to take it. He’s probably right. I’m barely managing to take half his length, and when it hits the back of my throat, it’s all I can do not to gag.
I taste him getting closer. The salty sweetness of his arousal sparks fireworks in my head. I’m doing this to him. I’m making him so worked up he can’t sit still. I’m making his breath come in labored pants, and his hands tremble. Big, bad, bossy Jesse is putty in my hands.
I speed, trying to take him deeper, but just as I think he’s going to lose it in my mouth, he eases himself out.
“Stand up.”
He helps me rise on shaky legs, turning me until I’m looking out into the darkened hallway. His hands unfasten my pants and ease them down my hips, along with my underwear.
With my ass in his face, I couldn’t be more self-conscious, but when he presses sweet kisses over my hips and gives my curves reverent squeezes, my embarrassment subsides.