Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 95906 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 480(@200wpm)___ 384(@250wpm)___ 320(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95906 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 480(@200wpm)___ 384(@250wpm)___ 320(@300wpm)
His whispered words sent me over the edge. I cried out in relief as all-consuming pleasure engulfed me in the best kind of fire. My fingers dug into Con’s shoulders as my dick began spewing cum. My entire body jerked as the orgasm tore through me. I heard a hoarse shout right before hot lips pressed against my neck and something even hotter hit my cock.
God, Con was coming and he was doing it all over me. I forced myself to open my eyes and look down. Heavy strings of white liquid spilled from the head of Con’s thick cock and covered his hand as well as my own slick flesh. My own dick continued to pump out what seemed like endless streams of cum with every stroke of Con’s rough fingers. The heat inside of me switched over to a tingling sensation that made me feel like my entire body was floating. I dropped my head back against the tree and lost myself in the pleasurable feelings. I could feel Con’s lips kissing my neck, then my lips, but I was too tired to kiss him back.
It was only when the cum on my lower body, both Con’s and my own, began to cool and become uncomfortable that the haze of pleasure began to recede and reality returned.
A harsh, ugly reality that there was no escaping from.
I’d just let the guy who’d beaten my brother nearly to death pretty much fuck me up against a tree.
Oh God, what had I done?
Con must have sensed the shift because he stopped kissing me and he carefully released our cocks. I still had my hands on his shoulders so I could feel them tighten up.
And I knew why.
“Con—” I began.
“Don’t,” was all he said. Then he was setting me gently on my feet and stepping back from me. My hands felt numb as I tried to tuck my sated cock back into my jeans. Heat suffused my cheeks as I watched Con do the same. The knowledge that my juices were on him and his on me had me wanting to reach for him all over again.
My Micah.
Except I wasn’t his.
Just like he wasn’t mine.
“Con—” I tried again in the hopes I could somehow make sense of what had just happened.
“Go back to the house, Micah,” was all Con said in response, then he was turning away from me. But he didn’t go for his bag and he didn’t head to the house himself. No, he merely turned his back on me and then disappeared into the woods, leaving me completely alone.
I told myself I needed to get back to the house to check on the kids, but I couldn’t make my feet move. I let my back slide down the rough bark of the tree and once my ass hit the ground, I drew my knees up and wrapped my arms around them.
I just needed a minute.
One minute to make sense of what had just happened and then I’d put it behind me for good and things would go back to normal.
They had to.
They just had to.
Chapter Thirteen
Con
As soon as I entered the house, I knew something was wrong.
Really wrong.
First off, there wasn’t a single light on. Second, I could hear sniffling the moment I stepped into the kitchen. At first, I thought it was Micah, but as soon as I flicked on the lights, I knew I’d guessed wrong because Christopher looked up from where he was sitting on the floor near the pantry. Tears were coasting down his face. Rory was tucked up against his side but unlike her brother, she seemed to be asleep. But one look at her cheeks and I knew she’d been crying at some point too.
“Christopher—”
“Uncle Micah?” he asked hopefully before shifting his gaze from me to the door I’d just come through.
I froze as my stomach fell out. Why was he asking for Micah? Wasn’t he here?
“Where is he, Christopher?” I asked. I didn’t dare approach the kid since I knew he was terrified of me.
Christopher merely shook his head as another sob hit him. “Did he leave us?” the boy asked as he tightened one arm around his sister and wiped at his tears with the other.
“No, of course he didn’t—”
“He was mad at me,” Christopher continued. “I thought you were hurting him and I knew I couldn’t stop you by myself so I grabbed the knife… I thought you were hurting…” He shook his head and dropped his eyes.
Fuck, Micah hadn’t come back after our encounter in the woods? I glanced out the window. Darkness was just starting to fall. A few more minutes and it would be too dark for Micah to easily find his way back to the house. I quickly went to the door and turned on the outside lights on the off chance Micah was close enough to the house to see them. Then I hurried to Christopher and dropped down in front of him.