Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 115964 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 580(@200wpm)___ 464(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115964 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 580(@200wpm)___ 464(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
His eyes were dark, hungry, angry. The lust was palpable, and this time we switched.
I was in the shadow. He was in the moonlight.
I saw everything, everything in him.
He rose up, tearing off his shirt, unbuckling his pants. He didn’t push them down, just moved his boxers aside, took out his dick and stroked it. It was already rock hard, lying up against his stomach, but he ran his hand over it, watching me.
My body was still quaking from my release, but I was panting, my chest heaving up and down and I started to throb all over again.
Goddamn.
Every one of his muscles seemed to be straining as he was holding himself back.
I licked my lips.
I wanted that control, that restraint. I wanted anything dark and dangerous he had in him. I wanted him to unleash it on me.
Rising up, I was watching him back, daring him to take control again.
He didn’t. He watched me come up to him. I was still on the table. He was standing between my legs, his hand moving up and down over himself but then it was my turn.
I replaced his hand, and bent down, my mouth going over his tip.
He sucked in his breath, and held still as I worked him.
Up and down. My hand moving around. Cupping the base. I was on his tip, sucking.
His hands grabbed the sides of my head, and his fingers sank in, tangling with my hair. He flexed, his hips moved closer to me and I sank in, taking him all the way in.
I made a choking sound, a deep grunt.
He started to pull out, I caught him, my hand going around, grabbing his ass. I kept him in place and then I pulled my mouth free.
I looked up, he was watching.
A deep and primal, possessive thrill seared me.
He was mine. Mine. No one else’s.
I don’t know what he saw in my eyes, but his flashed and my hand was knocked off his cock.
He bent, grabbed me, and I was up in the air.
He tipped me over his shoulder, one of his hands shoving up between my legs, his fingers back inside of me as he carried me from the kitchen to our room.
I was slammed against the door.
My legs were kicked apart.
He bent down, pulled me out, and then he slid inside.
I couldn’t stop my groan this time, and he didn’t quiet me.
His hand wrapped around my front, cupping my throat, and he held me in place as he fucked me.
I told him later, when my body was so tired and my brain could barely function. “I love you.”
It was important that he knew, especially tonight.
He froze, then rolled to me. He lifted his head, searched me, and then rolled on top of me.
“I love you back.” He said it back to me right before we passed out.
The sun had long ago rose. I ceased caring.
I just thought, Good.
I knew, deep down, but it was good to hear.
Waking, I knew Raize wasn’t with me. I rolled over, looking, but the room was empty. Glancing at the clock, I’d only been asleep a few hours and hearing noises from the kitchen, I knew the guys were up. Making quick work in the bathroom, washing, cleaning, and I pulled on clothes before heading out.
I wasn’t sure what I’d find, but I wasn’t quite prepared.
Blueprints were spread out on the table.
Cavers had something cooking on the stove.
I was assuming Jake had made coffee since I could smell a fresh pot being brewed.
Gus was chewing on a bone smack in the middle of the kitchen, his back legs spread out and his front two holding the bone up for him.
Jake and Cavers were dressed, ready to go.
Raize had his jeans on, and that was it.
His gun was on the table at his side, but he was shirtless and I could see evidence from our lovemaking last night. Yeah… I wasn’t focusing on that, or the fact that Jake and Cavers both knew where those marks came from.
Moving on.
I also was so very not thinking about what they heard last night. Denial was my friend this morning.
“What’s going on?”
All three heads lifted or turned my way.
Jake and Raize were going over the blueprints.
Gus’ tail started thumping against the floor, but he didn’t stop chewing on his bone.
“Morning. I made coffee.” Jake gestured to the coffee pot.
We’d taken to bringing one with us, and kept stocking from almost every gas station we stopped at.
Cavers angled his head around the guys, holding a wooden spoon in hand. “I’m making omelets. You want anything special on yours?”
Omelets? The morning after Raize found out his mother was killed?
I just shook my head. “No, thank you.” I moved to the coffee machine.
Raize didn’t greet me, but I felt his gaze on me until I had my coffee in hand and I leaned against the counter, looking at his over my mug. He’d been waiting for that look, and his gaze swept over me before becoming hooded again. He turned back to the blueprints.