Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 56134 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56134 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
“Holy shit,” Erik says as we lay eyes on the Thanksgiving cabin for the first time.
There are turkeys everywhere in the main single room—the rugs, the pictures on the walls, the kitchen towels. Even the bedspread has a huge cartoon turkey printed on it and is covered by an assortment of earth-toned pillows.
“I may gobble when I come,” I say, giggling as Erik sets me on my feet.
We dissolve into laughter as he closes and locks the door, but as soon as he turns to face me and our eyes lock, nothing feels funny anymore.
I reach forward to grab his shirt, and pull it up and over his head, getting my first look at the chest I’ve been dying to see.
The muscles carved into his ebony skin are bigger and lined deeper than before. His shoulders are wider, his muscles more cut.
My lips part as I reach out, my fingertips connecting with his smooth skin. Every ridge and valley I touch is firm. By the time I get down to the waistband of his jeans, he’s way more than firm beneath it.
Just as I move to unbutton his jeans, he picks me up by the waist, pulling me against him as he walks toward the bed. His mouth descends on mine, hot and demanding.
I wrap my legs around him, both of us groaning as our bodies try to get closer.
He lowers me to the bed and leans back, forcing me to relax my grip as he slowly removes my shirt. His eyes darken as he takes in my full C-cups, covered in a black bra.
“They’re bigger than before,” I say, warm with embarrassment. “Everything is.”
“I know,” he says, his voice a little hoarse as he takes in the added curves of my breasts and hips. “And I love it.”
“You do?”
He slides the straps of my bra down my shoulders and cups one breast in his big hand, lowering his lips to it. I gasp as his tongue flicks over my nipple, my body aching for him to touch me everywhere.
“You’re the only one,” I say, excitement and nervousness causing me to ramble. “I mean, not the only one ever; I was with two other guys after you, but…in so many ways, you’re the only one. You know?”
He looks at me, his lips turned up slightly in amusement. “You’re the same for me, Allie.”
He returns to my breasts then, kissing and licking and nipping in ways that make my back arch off the bed. I moan with pleasure, my hands in his hair.
“You’re the only man who’s ever made me come,” I admit, looking up at the wood ceiling of the cabin.
He stops, his breath warm on my breast as my statement hangs in the air.
“Really?”
“Yes.” I cover my face with my hands, wishing I’d stayed quiet.
Damn drinks. And damn hot pro hockey pleasure giver.
“Babe.” He says it softly, and hearing him call me that again after ten years brings tears to my eyes. I can’t stop them from trailing down the corners of my eyes.
“Just forget I told you,” I say, sitting up as much as I can and reaching around to unhook my bra. “Please resume what you were doing.”
“Anything you want.” He sits up and unbuttons the waist of my jeans. “Do you have any idea what these legs of yours do to me?”
I breathe out as he slides them down, my voice shaky as I say, “Tell me.”
“They make me want to slide my hand inside your panties. Hear you moan as I rub your soaking wet clit. I’ll only do that for a few seconds, though. Then you’ll moan even louder when I take these panties all the way off and spank that sexy ass.”
“Yes,” I say, pleading for it.
“Then I want you to bend over and spread your legs so I can fuck you from behind.” He slides the crotch of my panties aside as he speaks, his fingertips stroking the slit of my opening and making me gasp. “You miss having my cock inside you, don’t you?”
I go for the waistband of his jeans, desperate for him. He takes my wrists and pins them above my head, though, one of his legs covering both of mine at the ankles so I can’t move.
God, I’ve missed this. Erik is the sweetest, most easygoing person ever—outside the bedroom. In bed, we learned we both liked it best when he took charge. I’m hot and achy all over as I wait for the next, delicious thing he’s going to do or say.
“You’re gonna suck my cock dry later,” he says, his gaze dark on mine. “Aren’t you?”
I nod eagerly. “Yes.”
“You’re gonna swallow every drop, aren’t you?”
“Yes.”
“And you’re gonna spread these sexy legs and get fucked hard.”
I moan and squirm, trying to break free, but his hold on my wrists is firm. All my life, I’ve had to be in control. Take care of others. Make the best decisions. Being in bed with Erik is the only time I’ve ever fully let go. He’s the only one I’ve ever trusted enough to surrender to.