Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 110458 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 552(@200wpm)___ 442(@250wpm)___ 368(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110458 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 552(@200wpm)___ 442(@250wpm)___ 368(@300wpm)
"Lock the bedroom door," I rasp, reaching beneath myself to squeeze my hard erection.
He gets up and does that. When he's back, he opens a drawer, grabs some lube, and sinks down in front of me.
"Roll over on your back again, Rayne baby."
I do, and he pushes his slick fingers into me, stroking so I’m filled so fucking deep my body shudders as his fingertips meet their mark.
“God.”
He adds a finger, and my hips quake from the pleasure.
“Just getting you ready,” he murmurs. “We’ve gotta make this fast so baby doesn’t wake up.”
At that, he draws his fingers out, and I can feel his thick head nudging at me as his free hand strokes my swollen balls.
“So beautiful as always, Vanny…”
He rubs his tip against me, and I inhale, relaxing so I can take him. With a hand on my leg, he swings his hips, filling me up in one heavy, probing motion, making my flesh stretch around him as I grunt and shiver at how fucking deep he is.
“Fuck.” I groan, low and throaty. My dick’s standing straight up.
“That hurt?” His voice is gentle as his hand strokes my hip.
“Hell no.” I grit my teeth as my body trembles.
“I wanna roll over,” I hear myself moan. I want to rub my dick against the blanket and feel Sky holding my hips up as he plows me.
“I can make that happen.” And he really can. I barely even have to move—except one leg—as Sky flips me around. The feeling of his cock pressing against me from the inside as I move is hot enough to make my balls tighten for liftoff.
His hand strokes down my back.
“Sweet Rayne…”
I relax and back myself up on him. His pushes in deeper, and my body quakes with dizzying bliss. A soft grunt from Sky, and his hands clutch my hips, holding me as he seats himself fully in me. I’m stretched wide around him, feeling weak and needy as he shifts again, pushing his head against my prostate.
“Oh God. Fuck. Luke.”
“That’s right,” he says; I can hear him grinning. “Fuck Luke.”
He draws out and plunges back in. Every time he does it, my arms shake and my knees feel unsteady.
He finds where I like him, and he drives me crazy. I’m moaning and grunting, spilling cum on the blanket, and Sky is panting from how close he’s getting. I can feel his dick swell up inside me. I think I can feel the warmth of precum. Then he’s in and out, and in again, and rubbing on me. My toes curl as I groan.
I’m fisting the blanket and he’s whispering, “I love you, Vance McDowell.”
He starts punching harder. I’m flat on my face now and he’s gripping my hips, using me so that it hurts and feels so fucking good. My body goes limp and molten.
“Aghh Sky.”
“I know,” he laughs.
Then he buries himself so deep, and my cock just fucking explodes. I swear I see stars as I pulse in waves of pure bliss—shaking, panting, whispering how much I love him as he slowly pulls out and curls up by me on the blanket. I grab another one from a basket beside us, pulling it over the two of us as he wraps one arm tightly over me.
And Sky is out.
My buddy’s not moving. The baby cries; he never hears her. I get up and grin down at him, looking beautiful and sleepy and chiseled from all the lifting he’s been doing.
Mine. I grin. Then I frown and shine my phone’s light on him. Holy shit. I think Sky dyed his hair brown.
I hit him with the phone’s light again, and he twitches, so I leave the closet.
Eden is still fussing, but it doesn’t wake Sky. We keep some bottles in a fridge in here, so I use one of those, and he’s still sleeping better than the baby when I get her back into her little bed thing.
I check the security cams on my phone, realizing as I do that Dara never reached out about our intruder. But the house looks okay. There’s no evidence our surprise guest left.
I don’t know what time I drift off, in bed by the baby, but it can’t be much before dawn.
I don’t know what time I wake up, but I know what wakes me: screaming.
28
Luke
There is someone screaming in one of the guest rooms. Logically, I know it’s true, but my brain bucks the idea. Sweat prickles along my hairline as I walk down the hall, and my heart hammers. Could stress do this to me?
Another scream. That’s got to be real.
Who is that, and why are they here?
I have the thought of waking V up, followed quickly by the knowledge that I’d never, ever do that. If we’ve got a lunatic in the house, I can handle it. Rayne already took the car hit that was meant for me.