Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 76000 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76000 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
“Don’t think I won’t. Come on, let’s go back to Grandma’s and wait for Lauren. She should be here soon.”
“Shouldn’t we get some food? Maybe we should pick up some pizza.”
“Good idea. Lighthouse Pizza is her fave, but no anchovies. I don’t know how you can eat that crap.”
“They’re good for you,” he insists, making me laugh as I lock the door of the chapel behind us. “I’ll pick it up on my way over since you got lunch the other day.”
“Hey, thanks.” I wave at him and then grab my phone, deciding that, since I have a little time with Cullen picking up the pizza, I’m going call Apollo and see if he wants me to swing by and say hello.
“Hi, beautiful.”
I smile as butterflies start to dance in my belly. “Hey. Where are you?”
“I’m actually home right now. Where are you?”
“Stay exactly where you are.” I start the truck and put it in gear, heading toward his place, which is just a few blocks away. “I’m coming over.”
“You won’t hear me complain. See you soon.”
He hangs up, and seconds later, I park on the street in front of his small house. Apollo’s standing in the open doorway, shoulder leaning on the doorjamb, and his arms are crossed over his chest, and I start to salivate.
He’s delicious.
“I’m a mess, but I wanted to come see you for a minute,” I announce as I push him inside, shut the door, and jump into his arms. My legs wrap around him, locking at the ankles, and I kiss the hell out of him.
He braces my back against the wall, moans, and returns as good as he gets, not missing a beat.
I freaking love that about him.
“You don’t look like a mess,” he informs me, his lips pressed to my neck. “You look damn delectable to me.”
“I am dirty.” I sigh when he bites the tender skin over my collarbone. “I’ve been cleaning at Grandma’s, and it was dusty and dirty. I have to get back over there. Lauren’s on her way down from Portland.”
“I thought she lived in Vegas.” His mouth finds mine again before I can answer him, and I groan in anticipation, gripping on to his hair. I freaking love the way his hair feels in my fingers.
“She does. She flew into Portland and is driving here from the airport.”
I’m grinding down on him, wanting nothing more than to feel him inside me right now.
“Apollo,” I murmur when his lips travel to my ear.
“Yeah.”
“I need a quickie.”
He chuckles as he sets me on my feet. “That so?”
“Yeah. I have to get back to Grandma’s, but first, I want you.” I easily slip out of my jeans, and as soon as I have them off, he has me pinned against the wall again and is sliding into me, fucking me hard and fast, watching me with those hot, dark eyes.
“Is this what you need, Juniper?”
“Yes. Hell yes.”
I tighten around him as the orgasm builds low in my belly.
“Shit, yes, this is what I want. Jesus, it’s just so good.”
He groans, buries his face in my hair, and pounds into me even harder than before. Then I’m falling into the sharp pleasure burning through me, and he’s pushing so deep as he chases his own release that I know I’ll feel him later.
I give myself a moment to bask in the feeling and enjoy the way he can’t seem to catch his own breath before I slide my legs back to the floor and press a kiss to his lips.
“Okay. I have to go.”
“Damn, June.”
I laugh as he follows my lips for more. “For real, though. I’m sorry, I really do have to go.”
“Come back later.” He kisses me softly. “For the encore.”
“Hell yes, I am. My grandma has mice in her attic. I’m not staying there. The others can fend for themselves.”
“That’s so…heroic of you.”
I laugh and pull my jeans back on, but then pause when I see that all the color has left Apollo’s face.
“What? Are you afraid of mice, too?”
“Fuck me sideways, June. I didn’t use a condom. I didn’t—oh, shit.”
“Hey. It’s okay. I’ve been on the pill since high school. We’re okay.”
“Really?”
He wipes his hand over his mouth, clearly upset by the thought of getting me pregnant.
I can’t blame him. That wouldn’t be ideal.
“I promise, I’m on the pill. It’s one time. And it’s my fault because I totally jumped you and scrambled your brains.”
He doesn’t smile back as he lowers his forehead to mine and cups my face.
“I would never risk you.” His voice is rough with emotion. “No matter how badly I want to be inside you, I would never put you at risk.”
“We’re safe from pregnancy,” I assure him, unsettled by just how knocked off his axis he is. “Until this second, we’ve been doubled up on the protection. We’re fine.”