Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 82930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
He tightened his grip on her hand, and she sighed. It felt good. He was her strength.
“Something bad is happening, isn’t it?” Petal asked.
Dirty was silent and she opened her eyes and turned to look at him. “We don’t know.”
She shook her head. “Don’t lie to me. That guy, Fritz, was not faking it, and Colt’s house … that wasn’t a fake either. Something bad is happening. Tell me.”
“This may or may not have anything to do with Daemon.”
“Daemon?”
“Yes, Fritz was looking into the Evil Fuckers and we have a feeling he stumbled onto something. As for Colt’s home, if what we believe is correct, then that’s retaliation.”
“Don’t you think it is a little late to be retaliating? It has been nearly a year.”
“Sometimes it is best not to act but to think on it.” Dirty shrugged. “That is all I’ve got to say.”
Petal sighed. “I wish I could help, but I only knew about Daemon and him being Rosalie’s dad, when he suddenly wanted her to marry Colt, and all of this began.” She sighed. “A lot of shit has happened.”
“It has. I won’t let anything happen to you.”
She was going to ask him to stop making promises he couldn’t keep, but she looked at him and didn’t want to. She believed him. Dirty would do everything in his power to make sure she didn’t get hurt or die. It was there in his gaze, in the strength of his grip on her hand. She felt it deep in her soul, and she just knew things were changing between them. Petal stared into his eyes, and he looked right back at her. Neither of them spoke, and then he moved in closer, his lips coming ever nearer.
There was no reason to fight this. And as his lips brushed against hers, she knew she didn’t want to fight him.
He still held her hand, and with his free one, he reached up to cup her face. She felt him touch her, and she moaned, especially as his kiss deepened.
This was a different kind of kiss. There was no vengeance. No anger. Nothing holding them back. It was a sweet and gentle kiss.
She and Dirty never had this.
He turned toward her, and they moved together, not breaking from the kiss as he moved up to the head of his bed, taking her with him. Now, he held both of her hands, and she didn’t stop kissing him as she climbed to straddle his lap.
He let go of her hands, one going to her waist, the other touching her face. Petal cupped his face, feeling his unshaven beard and not caring. Her lips would be red and swollen, but kissing him and tasting him would be worth it.
Petal traced her tongue across his lip, and as he opened his mouth, she slid hers inside to find his. Stroking his tongue with her own, she quickly retreated and Dirty followed her, deepening the kiss. The hand at her face slid down and the one at her waist moved up until he was cupping her breasts.
She cried out and in response he growled. His lips left hers and began to travel down her neck, licking at her pulse, sliding across that point on her neck. He bit down, nibbling her neck and then started to release the buttons of her shirt, opening them up. She whimpered.
The shirt she wore was torn off her body. Dirty must have gotten bored opening the buttons as he suddenly grabbed her shirt, splitting it wide. Next, he peeled the strap of her bra down her arm, followed by the second, and he flicked the catch at the back, allowing her breasts to spill out of the cups. It felt good to be free.
He growled, and then she felt his face pressed against her chest. He cupped her tits, pushing them together, and his mouth was on them. He kissed, nipped, sucked, and then took each nipple into his mouth.
Dirty sucked hard, making her cry out from the instant hit of pleasure that assaulted her. The pleasure went straight to her pussy, and she cried out his name, not wanting him to stop. It felt so good.
With her shirt off, she was still way overdressed and that would not do. Petal pulled away from him and climbed off the bed. She grabbed her shirt and dropped it to the floor.
Staring at him, she felt this new spark of adventure. She thought in the beginning, sneaking around with him would be fun and exciting, but this was even more exciting.
“Are you not going to take your clothes off?” she asked.
“You want my clothes off?”
“You know I do.”
“Then you’re going to have to take them off me.”
Petal smiled and then watched him and decided to torture him a little more. Reaching for her button and zipper, she loosened her jeans and then began to wriggle out of them, making sure to put as much sway and swing into her actions as she could. She allowed her tits to bounce and swing, and then she kicked off the jeans. Now, she was only in a pair of socks and panties.