Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 33998 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33998 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
A wicked grin tilted her lips then, and my cock jerked between us. “I’ll always question you, Whiler.”
I grunted and released her, moving from above her and laying on my back, really beginning to feel the effects of the alcohol now. “Take that shirt off and come ride me like a good girl,” I commanded.
She whipped her—well, my—shirt over her head and reached over me, grabbing a condom from my nightstand drawer. I watched her with hungry eyes as she ripped the condom packet open before her slender fingers began to roll the condom over my shaft.
Without a word, she straddled me and slowly sheathed herself on me. I groaned, arching my neck, my throat muscles straining. I wasn’t going to last long. Between her sinful body, how hot and wet she was, and the alcohol, I was going to come in no fucking time.
“If I come before you do, I’ll get you off. Promise,” I rasped.
She leaned forward and kissed me, slipping her tongue in my mouth before she began to ride me, twisting her hips and fucking herself on my cock. I groaned, the fingers of my left hand tangling in her hair while my right hand roamed her curves, imprinting every bit of her I could into my memory.
“Fuck, baby,” I groaned, bending my knees a little so I could thrust up into her. She moaned, her lips seeking out mine again. I couldn’t bring myself to deny her. Our tongues erotically danced together, and her nails scoured across my shoulders and biceps, no doubt leaving marks. Sliding both my hands down her body, I gripped her ass cheeks, spread them, and probed her other hole with one of my fingers.
She shuddered, and right as I was about to tentatively breach her, she cried out, tightening around my dick and calling out my name. I snarled and flipped her onto her back, hammering into her. Her tits bounced with each hard stroke into her, and she gripped the sheets above her head, her beautiful face twisted into an expression of pure ecstasy.
The base of my spine tingled, and my balls drew up tight. Leaning down, I kissed her, my tongue probing into her mouth. Groaning, I came, spilling into the condom, my arms shaking with the effort it took to keep me from flopping down and crushing her.
Forcing myself, I eased out slowly before rolling to my back, my chest heaving, sweat lightly coating my skin. Cannon pressed her hand to her chest, her eyes closed as she tried to catch her breath.
“Fuck,” I grunted, peeling the condom off. I tied it before dropping it on the floor. It was gross, but I couldn’t bring myself to get out of bed. Wasn’t even sure if I’d make it to the trashcan in the bathroom without falling and busting my face on the hardwood floor, if I were being honest.
“Come here,” I grumbled, holding out my arm to her. Cannon quickly rolled into my side, and I settled on my side as well, facing her. Tangling our legs together, I wrapped my arms around her and tugged the blankets over us before pressing my lips to her forehead.
“Stay with me?” I asked quietly, suddenly feeling so fucking lonely, it was like being hollow. Like there was nothing inside of me.
It was unsettling.
“Always,” she promised, pressing a kiss to my chest right above the erratic beating of my heart.
I tightened my hold on her and buried my face in her sweet-smelling hair.
I had no fucking clue what tomorrow would bring for either of us, but I’d do my damnest to let her save me. That was a promise.
I was so tired of fighting all the time.
8
Whiler
“Cannon!” a male voice roared, jerking me out of my sleep. My eyes slammed open, every one of my senses on full alert at the rage that had been in that man’s voice. The spot beside me was empty and cold. Cannon had been up and gone for a while, and a glance at my clock told me it was almost lunchtime. No fucking wonder she was already out of bed.
“Mother fucker, I’m not scared of a pussy like you—” A crash followed the unfamiliar man’s words, and I lurched out of bed. Quickly, I tugged on a pair of jeans and yanked on a t-shirt before running down the stairs, my feet still bare. I didn’t know what the fuck was happening, but the only thing on my mind was protecting Cannon, especially since this asshole had just yelled her name like it was a curse.
I emerged down the stairs just as Cannon screeched, “Get out, Jeffrey!” from behind the bar, her eyes wild and panicked. Her pulse was fluttering at the base of her throat, and her chest was heaving. Alejandro was calmly leaning against the end of the bar, his gun in his hand—a perfect position between this jackass, Jeffrey, and my woman. Joey was snatching the cock sucker from off the floor. The man’s nose was bleeding, and his eyes were wild and crazy.