Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 43681 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43681 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Her body shifts against mine, putting every one of my nerve endings on high alert. Her soft curves beg for my touch.
“I’ve spent a lot of nights by myself,”—her words are soft—“and you’re the only one who’s ever mentioned it. The record label always booked me the penthouse. It was so lonely, so I went straight to the hotel bar. It was the only place I could get the hum of life in my ears. I’ve written so many songs on bar napkins, it’s a joke. I’ve never even had a relationship. Sure, I’ve had sex.” She gives me a pained look. “But it was more of a business transaction than anything else. The label agreed to that because they could control it… until they couldn’t. No one has taken the time to understand, encourage, or care for me. I didn’t realize how much I craved it until I got to this town.”
As much as I hate that Cash has never had anyone, I love that she’s never had a genuine relationship. We’re on the same playing field in that respect. Two fucked up people who fuck a lot, and that’s it.
At that moment, I feel ten feet tall. Our heartbeats sync as I thread my fingers in her hair and pull her lips close. “This town is pretty small. I’m not ashamed to say my bar is the liveliest place you’ll find within twenty-five miles of here, but as long as I have something to say about it, you’ll never be lonely again.”
“You’re only a call away?” She grins and warmth resonates in her dark-brown eyes.
“Or less,” I whisper in her ear as my hands circle her thighs and hike her onto my hips. Her ankles lock at my waist, and her core presses against the tip of my cock, radiating heat like a fucking beacon.
My need for her vibrates in every atom of my being. The pull to her is like a junkie craving heroin in his veins. Everything about Cash is tempting, from her soft smile, warm eyes, beautiful voice, and banging, full-figured body that makes my mouth water and my cock ache. She’s so alive, sparkling with energy and music and happiness. And I’m addicted.
“I mean it, Sparrow. Stay with me.” I cover her lips with a kiss before she can answer, letting her off the hook but planning to convince her with my hands, tongue, cock, and anything else I can think of. If I have to, I’ll tie her to my bed and render her speechless with orgasm after orgasm.
Her arms lock around my neck and desire blooms as her hips rock subtly against me. She is so fucking turned on that she doesn’t even realize she’s humping me, and it only makes my cock throb harder.
I stumble up the stairs and go straight to my bedroom. I can’t help thinking how much she belongs in my bed as I stare down at her dark hair feathered around her face.
I open my nightstand, grab the handcuffs, and snap them on her wrists, connecting her to the headboard. Rising, I gaze down at her, helpless and at my mercy and so fucking beautiful. “I’ve wanted nothing in my life like I want you. I’ll do anything, Cash, even if it means handcuffing you to my bed.”
“Gunner,” she whispers against my lips.
Her small pants turn to breathier moans as my fingers slip between her legs and rub her warmth through the thin material of her skirt. I speed up, determined to make her come for me before I have her naked.
“Instead of forcing you to stay because you’re cuffed to my bed”—her legs shudder and her muscles tense as her hips rock in search of relief—“I plan to fuck you so completely you’ll be chained to my dick.” I catch her lips in a hard kiss, forcing our tongues together as she shakes and comes unglued around my fingers. Warmth spreads across the front of her skirt, and satisfaction fills the caveman inside me. “Remember when you said the only time you’ve cum is through rough sex?”
“Yes,” she incoherently mumbles, basking in the afterglow.
I smile smugly. “Not anymore.”
Cash freezes as her eyes search my face. “That’s never happened before. I didn’t think it was possible. My whole life, I thought I was broken.” Her lips twitch as she recovers from her trip to the stratosphere. “How come you didn’t fuck me like you usually do?”
“You’re already addicted to my dick, Sparrow, but I also want you addicted to my heart. I love it rough and dirty, and most times, our sex life will be just that. But I need to show you tenderness, too. I want you to feel special, beautiful, and powerful. It’s important to me that you know without a doubt that I want all your pieces, the broken ones, and the beautiful ones.”