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)
I stop and take deep breaths as I knead at the flesh of her ass cheeks, rocking us. A low moan escapes her throat as the sensations become overwhelming—twinges of desire mixed with the headiest of pleasure and the most delicious sensation of being fucking alive for the first time.
I thrust steadily as my fingers tug and massage her clit. Waves of pleasure unfurl from deep inside and roll out slowly, causing her body to go limp and her eyelids to flutter closed on a soft moan. She whimpers as the pleasure rushes through her system.
My thrusting speeds up, and my fingers tighten on the flesh of her ass as my entire body shudders and quakes. I groan, feeling my cock twitch and empty deep inside her. My balls tighten with my release as my chest heaves. My pumping slows before finally coming to a stop, and I lean over, caging her against me.
My palms smooth up her torso, tracing across her skin, causing goose bumps to form and feel-good pheromones to erupt and release.
I sigh and smile into her arm. “My favorite part is holding you after fucking you like an animal,” I whisper in her ear before slowly pulling out of her.
I tuck her under my arm and trail my fingertips along her shoulder with my nose buried in her hair. “I want to stay here all night and hold you, but I’ve kind of gotta head back to work. Go back to my place, get into my bed, legs open, and wait for me to come back and fill this tight cunt.”
Cash Leigh might not realize it yet, but I’m never letting her go.
This little sparrow is mine.
Chapter 16
Cash
I turn to the clock on Gunner’s side table. I’ve been watching the time tick by slowly for the last hour. The last month has been amazing—beyond amazing. Gunner Shaw wasn’t what I was looking for. He definitely wasn’t what I expected to find when I left New York, but he’s everything I need.
Gunner, simply put, is perfect.
Turning to my side, I see his face peacefully sleeping. The moonlight illuminates his pouty lips and long dark lashes, juxtaposed with the dark tattoo etched on his neck—a skull with a blade going through its eye. I’m not sure a man who looks like he could cut out your heart and eat it should be so beautiful.
A smile forms on my lips as a sweet melody swirls in my mind. I gently caress his face, careful not to wake him as I rise from the bed, draped in Gunner’s soft cotton Ramones t-shirt. I walk to the guitar in the corner and pick it up. My fingers glide along the neck, and I close my eyes, cherishing the warmth the wood and nickel strings ignite in me. It’s been a long time since my love for music has been pure. A long time since it was solely for the artistry and not for the money.
Plucking the strings is so natural, like an extension of my being. I’m so lost in my mind that I don’t notice the knock on the door right away. The sound becomes louder and louder, and a woman’s shriek is so ferocious that it almost splits my ear drums.
“Gunner! Gunner, get up,” I say while shaking him out of a deep slumber.
When his eyes open, they appear like they might bulge out of his head.
“Fuck,” he mutters, stumbling around the room and throwing on his discarded clothing. “Get dressed. Quick,” he orders, shoving my clothing at me, one piece at a time.
“That’s something I don’t hear often from you,” I mumble.
Confusion bubbles inside me. I’m unsure why Gunner’s being so stern. After last night, I assumed we’d gotten closer. The way he’s acting now makes me uneasy.
“You don’t have a girlfriend, do you? Was all this some fucked-up game? Are you a cheating piece of shit?” I ask, shoving my sweater over my head and pulling it down.
“I have a girlfriend.”
Red. Big blotches of red blur my vision. Without thinking about it, I grab the wineglass on the nightstand and throw it at his head. “You fucking scum bucket. I know a lot of assholes. I never thought I would get tied up with one.”
I rush to leave the room when he grabs my arm and pulls me to him. “I have a girlfriend who goes from being a good little slut to a hell demon in two seconds flat. You’re the only girlfriend in my life, Sparrow. Relax.”
My eyes lift from his grip on my biceps to his steel-blue eyes. “Then why are you freaking out as if another woman is about to catch you having an affair?”
“She isn’t another woman. Well, I guess she is, but it’s not what you think,” Gunner says in a frantic rush.