Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 88238 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88238 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Clearing his throat, he wipes the pad of his thumb over his bottom lip, then asks, “You had a question?”
I clear my throat, as well, then tuck as a strand of hair behind my ear. “Yeah, I did.”
We start to walk back to the cabin, and I’m highly aware of every step Damian takes.
For a moment, my thoughts turn back to the kiss, and my cheeks heat up from how intense it was.
I liked it.
I really did.
It was perfect as far as kisses go.
“What did you want to ask?” Damian breaks through my thoughts.
Right. Focus, Cara.
“I was wondering, since you’re Alex Jackson now, is Damian Weston your real name or just another alias?”
He doesn’t answer me immediately, and only when we’re halfway to the cabin does he say, “After Leah died, and I killed my father, I had to disappear. Jeff is retired FBI and Leah’s father. I did him a favor by taking out my dad, so he did me one by getting me a new identity. The only reason I’ve been able to get away with my job as a cleaner is because of Jeff. He covers our tracks. It’s weird because he didn’t like the fact that Leah and I were dating. He didn’t trust me one bit. But after she died and I killed my father, he stepped right in to help me.” Damian pauses, and when he looks at me, he murmurs, “My name is Sam Rees.”
Sam Rees.
Such a normal name for such an extraordinary man.
I reach my hand out to him. “Hi, Sam.”
He takes my hand and smiles as he says, “Hi, Cara.”
Chapter 28
DAMIAN
Since our kiss on the beach, it’s been getting harder with every passing day to keep my hands off Cara.
I’ve been waking up with a raging hard-on every morning, and just like every other day, I grab clean clothes and go to the shower.
The first couple of times, I felt guilty for picturing Cara while I jerked off, but not anymore. I open the faucets, strip the sweatpants from my body, and step under the warm spray.
I grip my cock hard and bring up the image of Cara’s breasts and pussy that’s been fucking engraved in my mind ever since I bathed her.
As I imagine taking bites of her soft skin, my fingers tighten around my thick shaft. My pumps grow faster, and I place a hand against the tiles, swallowing the groan building in my chest.
I watch as my cock thrusts through my fingers and picture Cara’s mouth taking me, her wide green eyes staring up at me as I slam against the back of her throat.
Christ.
The image changes to her pussy wrapping tightly around my cock as I sink balls deep into her, her lips parting on a cry of ecstasy.
Fuck. Take all of me, baby. Jesus, I’m going to explode.
My breaths rush from my heaving chest, and then my teeth sink into my bottom lip as I hammer into my fist, thinking how I’m taking Cara hard and fast, making her pussy mine.
Motherfucker.
The orgasm hits hard, ripping a growl from me as I come against the tiles in spurts of ecstasy.
As I come down from the high that the mere thought of Cara took me to, I let out a soft chuckle.
I didn’t even last five fucking minutes. Taking a deep breath, I reach for the body wash.
Knowing Cara needs time, I’ll just have to suck it up until she’s ready for a relationship.
Yeah, it will be me and my right hand until she’s ready.
When I come out of the bathroom, I hear Cara in the kitchen. Her sexy ass looks fucking amazing in the pair of leggings she’s wearing.
The sight makes my cock stir as if I didn’t just jerk off, and I keep a safe distance from her.
“I advertised in the local newspaper,” I say, my voice hoarse with unadulterated lust. I clear my throat before I continue, “I need to keep busy, so I’m going to do odd jobs. Repairs.”
Cara takes a sip of coffee and then smiles at me from over the rim of the cup. “Always the fixer.”
“Yeah.” I force a smile to my face. “I have a job today. I don’t know how long I’ll be.”
She places the cup on the counter and walks closer to me, making my muscles tighten. “Does that mean I can go look for a job too?”
“Sure,” I say, and my voice goes hoarse again as she moves into my personal space. “Just remember to go by your new name, Nina Jackson. If we’re going into town more, we’ll have to start calling each other Alex and Nina.”
“Sure, Alex,” she says, a sexy smile playing around the curve of her lips, which makes me stare at her mouth for a moment too long. “Are you leaving now?”
How’s it possible that this woman has reduced me to a walking hard-on?