Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 28386 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 142(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28386 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 142(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
“Hold on, now. Just hold on,” I say, sounding winded.
Something about those words makes her gaze zip to mine. Hold on.
That’s what I was shouting at the voice in the tree. Her. Is this a weird dream?
I don’t think so. I can feel her elbow in my hand. I can feel her pulse when I swipe my thumb through the crook and watch her shiver, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip.
“Name, please. I need to know your name.”
“Shiloh,” she breathes.
That’s it. A single word, her name, and I feel like I’ve been anointed. Renewed.
Like I’ve been waiting to hear that combination of letters my entire life.
I pull her a little closer, just needing to feel her breath somewhere, anywhere, on my skin. “Just what in the hell is happening here, Shiloh?”
“Well.” She shifts right to left, her soft exhalation warming my throat. “It all happened so fast, but basically you appeared out of nowhere and offered me money for sex.”
Sex. I need sex from her so bad, I could die. Have I ruined my chance completely? It doesn’t seem possible. She might be mad, but there’s a desperate pull between us. She feels it. I can see she feels it. “In my defense, Shiloh, you’re dressed kind of…”
“Today was my grandmother’s funeral and I only had one black dress,” she mumbles.
“You wore that to your grandmother’s funeral?” I rear back. “Were you hoping the outrage would bring her back to life?”
“It’s just a normal dress!”
“If it’s so normal,” I say, slowly hauling her closer until finally, her tits mash up against my chest and we both moan. “Why do I want to tear it right off?”
“I don’t know, but I think I should go inside,” she whispers against my mouth.
“I’ll be coming with you, sugar.”
“Oh, I don’t think so.”
“Because I offended you?”
“Yes.” She’s still trying to look pissed, but she doesn’t stop me when I grip the outside of her bare thigh and begin skimming my palm up toward her hip, lifting the side of her dress in the process. “And anyway, I don’t know you.”
I’m rocked by a vision of me sucking her pouty titties while she bounces on my dick and I no longer have an ounce of blood in the northern regions of my body. “Let me inside and we’ll get to know each other real well, I promise.”
“That’s what I’m afraid of.”
“Why?” My hand reaches her hip and I squeeze, before circling around to her ass and kneading it in a tight grip, my cock standing straight up and throbbing in my jeans. Son of a bitch, that’s a one nice ass. “Wait. Don’t tell me I mistook a virgin for a whore.”
She gasps, beginning to struggle a little against me. “I can’t believe you just said that word.”
I raise a confused eyebrow. “Which one, sugar?”
“Stop calling me sugar,” she seethes, the feisty little thing.
“When I’ve got a feeling you’re extra sweet? Nah, the nickname stays.” I take two handfuls of that sweet ass and lift her up, grinning when her legs wrap around my hips automatically. And I drop to a kneel with my lips suctioning to the side of her neck. “Now let me get you down in the grass so we can work out this…thing happening between us. All right?”
Her eyes are half mast, her pussy warm on my lap. “W-what th-thing?”
I lay her down flat on her back and unzip my jeans, not caring who she is. Virgin, whore, angel, Martian from outer space. I’m just aching to get my cock in her to consummate something that feels preordained. A destination I’ve been heading toward without a map and now that I’m here, I need to put down roots. This is home.
She’s…home.
“You know what thing I need to work out, Shiloh,” I growl, pushing up her skirt to her hips, hooking a thumb in the waistband of her panties and dragging them down. “I don’t understand it, but…I can’t even look at you without shaking,” I croak against her lips, dropping my lower body to the welcoming V of her thighs and rocking forward, listening to her whine echo across the pasture. “It’s the same for you. Tell me I make you shake just by breathing. Tell me I’m not alone.”
“I…” She shivers when I lick the curve of her throat. “Oh God, you’re not alone.”
“Tell me. How old are you, sugar?”
“Eighteen.”
“Thank Christ. Just let me fuck you,” I groan in her ear, reaching down to position my cock. “Let me get one good bang so I can think straight—”
That’s when I hear it.
A sound I’ve never heard in my life. Not like this.
My eyes are drawn to the sky and I freeze, my heart climbing into my mouth. It’s an airplane. I’ve seen an airplane before—but no, not this size. Not this…modern? It’s huge. A flying city. How is it staying in the air? Is that a blue light on the nose? How is it blue?