Total pages in book: 150
Estimated words: 147136 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 736(@200wpm)___ 589(@250wpm)___ 490(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 147136 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 736(@200wpm)___ 589(@250wpm)___ 490(@300wpm)
I felt her pulse jump against my lips as I moved down her neck and sucked there.
“I …” She swallowed thickly and started breathing heavier. “We have to wait a year,” she said, sounding quiet and sad, tilting her head back and offering me her throat. “I won’t be legally divorced until it’s been a year.”
“Know that, and straight up, Wild, I fuckin’ hate it,” I growled. “Takes everything in me not to find that motherfucker and beat the shit outta him just for doing you like he did, add to that the fact he gets to have ties to you that I don’t get to have until some fuckin’ judge says I can …”
I felt my muscles lock in anger.
Wild moved her hands to the back of my head, pressed her lips to my ear, and softly admitted, “I know, honey. I hate it, too.”
I kissed the spot just above her collarbone, then leaned back to look into her eyes.
“Shit keeps me up at night. Never wanted something this much before and I’m gonna be a miserable fuckin’ prick waiting for it.”
She touched my cheek. Her eyes were calming.
“We can be miserable fucking pricks together,” she said on a smile, then let it soften, moved her other hand to my opposite cheek, dipped closer, looking serious now, and added, “I was married for six years and it never felt like this. Not even when it was good. Not even when it was great and I wanted it more than anything, because it wasn’t right. It wasn’t us. You and me. I’ve never wanted something this much before either and I never will, which is why I’m saying yes to this now, yes to this in a year, because I know my answer won’t change no matter when you ask me.”
My breath caught.
Fuck.
I slid my hand up her back to her neck and curled my fingers there.
“Syd,” I murmured.
“And I promise you, Brian Savage, the day I’m legally divorced is the day we’re getting hitched. I will not wait any longer than that,” she stated firmly. “I’ll sign those papers, free myself completely of Marcus, and then I’m signing my life over to you.”
My muscles locked again but not in anger this time.
Fuck that year. Wild was mine. Now and always.
On a growl that shook the earth, I pulled Syd down and took her mouth, her tongue, and her breath, my hand on her neck moving up, twisting in her hair and gripping while my other hand stayed on her ass and held her weight.
Her hands were all over me, working down my neck to my shoulders to between us, where she tugged at my shirt.
“Please,” she whispered. “Brian …take me.”
I spun us and moved my girl inside, shutting the door and rushing through the kitchen in the direction of the master bedroom.
“You gonna give me that greedy pussy?” I asked, digging my fingers into her ass and kneading her flesh.
She moaned inside our kiss, sucked in a breath like she was startled, then murmured, “The dog.”
Fuck that. I was taking her. He’d be fine.
I turned my head, allowing her lips to move to my cheek, and called out, “Sir!” as we stepped into the living room.
Seconds later he came galloping down the hallway, leash in his mouth and dragging it behind him.
Syd leaned away and turned to look at him.
Sir whipped the leash around playfully while growling like it was putting up a fight, released it out of his mouth, stepped back, dropped down on his front legs, and wagged his tail excitedly. Then he waited a few seconds and pounced on it again.
“Sir Duke, that is not a chew toy,” Syd reprimanded him in a stern voice, calling him by his full name. She glanced around the empty room, then sighed, looking back at him to add, “But I guess it’s all you have to keep you occupied for the next fifteen minutes.”
I glared at her profile.
“Double that, babe.”
She turned to look at me, flushed cheeks and eyes burning as she pulled that fat bottom lip into her mouth and started sucking on it.
Christ. She wanted it. So fucking greedy.
“You keep looking at me like that and I’m not making it to the bathroom,” I warned her.
She released her lip and shrugged innocently.
“I can’t help it. I’m so wet, I can feel it dripping down to my …you know.” Her eyes widened and she shifted in my arms. “You could probably fuck me there without lube if you wanted.”
I groaned. “Jesus Christ. Don’t say shit like that to me.”
“Why not?” She giggled.
I started moving us through the living room again, passing Sir, who was hanging by the front door, and headed down the hallway.
“Because I’ll fucking do it.”
“And that’s a problem?”
“It is if I wanna make good on lasting thirty minutes.”