Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 56936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 285(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 285(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
“You good?” Lake asks when we reach the fire.
“Sure, yeah, I’m just really drunk.”
It’s a lie, but until I can talk to Fallon alone, I can’t be sure what I’m going to tell Lake or anyone else. I’m worried about the backlash of this, and I don’t want either of us to wind up in trouble, or worse. So, for now, I’ll keep it to myself. The problem is, I don’t feel safe. I don’t feel safe going back to that cabin alone, or having Aaron anywhere near us without supervision.
There is only one option for that.
I need to have Lake with me at all times.
I need him to come back to the cabin and stay with us, which won’t be a problem judging by the way he’s looking at me. Still, he might not want to be around every night, but until I can figure out what to do, it’ll have to work.
“Will you come back to the cabin with me tonight?” I ask him, pressing my body into his side as the cool weather tickles against my skin.
“You want me to stay?”
“I’m not being a clinger, I swear.” I laugh, even though my insides are so tight I can hardly breathe. “I just ... I want to be with you.”
He studies me, and then leans down close. “Fuck yeah I’m coming back with you.”
Oh thank god.
Thank you lord.
That’ll help for tonight, maybe tomorrow night.
Hopefully then we’ll know what to do about Aaron.
God.
What a mess.
What a damned mess.
11
I moan as Lake’s tongue does wicked things to my clit.
Every nerve ending is on fire as he devours me, and oh, I don’t want it to end.
We spent half an hour in the shower, exploring each other’s bodies, and now he’s between my legs, warming me up so he can fuck me, long and deep—his words, not mine. I have already had two orgasms, but typical Lake style, he won’t let me go until I have at least four. He’s a giver, and I’m more than happy to take every single thing he’s offering. Oh yes. Every. Damned. Bit.
By the time I’ve found my next orgasm, he’s more than ready to move up my body and fuck me in the way we both know I need.
Groaning, I kiss him deep after he rolls on a condom and settles over me. He kisses me with a ferocity that burns, right from the very middle of my core. And when he fucks me, he fucks me slow, and deep, just like he promised. He makes my body come alive, my mind explode, my skin prickle, and everything inside me dances.
Lake knows how to fuck, and he’s making sure I get to enjoy every god damned second of it.
By the time we come down from our high, we’re both covered in sweat and panting, but oh, that was incredible. My body aches in my most delicate places and yet the rest of me is so very relaxed. After tonight, I didn’t think it would be possible to feel relaxed but here we are. I roll to my side and face Lake, who stares at me with sleepy, hooded eyes.
“Fucking you is the highlight of my day,” he murmurs, running his finger over my nipple.
“Believe me, it’s mine too. But tomorrow, it’s my turn to play with you. You’ve done all the playing, and I haven’t had my chance to explore your body. I’ll be taking that when we’ve come down from this high.”
He grins. “If I have to let you ...”
I slap his shoulder and he laughs, falling onto his back. I roll into him when he stretches out his arm, and he pulls me in close. My cheek hits his warm, hard chest, and I can hear his heart beating. It feels good, to be here against him, enjoying something I can’t ever say I’ve enjoyed. I’ve never had the comfort of a man. Sex, yes. Comfort, no.
“Can I tell you something?” I say to him, running my fingertip down his bare chest.
“Mmmm.”
“I’ve never cuddled.”
He turns and glances at me. “You’re joking, right?”
“Nope.”
“I thought all women wanted was the cuddling part, god knows we only fuckin’ do it to make you all happy, and you’re tellin’ me you haven’t done it?”
I pinch his nipple and he growls, but a grin spreads over his face.
“Don’t deny that you’re enjoying every second of this, and no, I haven’t done it. I didn’t exactly live a nice, warm life. I did it rough and the men I was with certainly weren’t cuddlers. Then I went to prison and well ... here I am.”
“Well, I’m glad to be of service. Don’t get used to it, though, I’m not much of a cuddler.”
He squeezes me closer when he says that, and I can’t help but smile. Sure.
“Whatever you say, River,” I murmur, pressing a kiss to his chest, my eyes growing heavy.