Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
“I think you’ve made that pretty clear by the number of orgasms you’ve given me,” she teased.
I raised an eyebrow and rocked my hips forward. “Complaining?”
Her pussy clenched, and a shiver wracked her body, making me grin wickedly.
“Nooooo,” she moaned, squeezing her eyes shut.
I wasn’t sure if she was saying no to my question or climaxing again so soon. Probably both, but I chose to latch onto the latter. “Yes,” I said firmly as my pace picked up. “Need another one, baby.”
An hour later, Dahlia had practically passed out in post-orgasmic bliss. While I wanted nothing more than to curl myself around her and follow suit, some shit at home needed handling.
I’d been watching the weather, and though the storm had blown through after a couple of days, the bridge was still flooded. My morning had started with my mouth between my woman’s legs and ended with her pussy wrapped around my cock, so I hadn’t had a chance to check on anything in a while.
Quietly, I climbed out of bed and pulled on a pair of sweatpants, then padded out to the small kitchen table where I’d left the sat phone, my cell, and my laptop. Power had been restored yesterday, along with cell service, so I sent a quick text to Lex, asking about the road. A part of me hoped we were still stuck in this little bubble we’d created, but I had responsibilities I couldn’t shirk.
As soon as our Wi-Fi connection had been restored, I’d checked on investments, answered pressing emails from the many people who managed the club’s businesses, and any other urgent shit I could handle remotely.
My phone beeped, and I picked it up, frowning when I saw Lex’s message letting me know the road was open. I fired off a text to Mav, giving him an ETA on when I’d be returning and asked if he’d heard anything from Mac.
I knew Deviant had laid a false trail, but that didn’t stop me from being a little paranoid. Dahlia needed to be pregnant and hopelessly in love with me by the time we had a confrontation with her father.
His response came in fast, letting me know that we needed to talk about Cordell when I returned and that Mac had pestered Molly a little until he realized she really didn’t know where Dahlia was.
Satisfied for the moment, I made a couple of omelets and was just sliding them onto plates when my girl wandered out of the bedroom looking sexy and adorably rumpled.
“Hey, baby,” I greeted her as she sidled up next to me. Bending my head, I kissed her before smacking her ass. “I made breakfast. We need to eat and get on the road.”
Disappointment flashed in her beautiful green eyes, and I smiled as I grasped her hips and lifted her to sit on the counter.
“If I had my way, we’d stay a while so I could fuck you uninterrupted around the clock. But I need to get back to my responsibilities.”
“I understand.” There wasn’t a single spark of resentment or anything else negative in her expression. Warmth spread through my chest at yet another example of how perfectly Dahlia fit with me.
After setting our food on the table, I picked her up and carried her over, then sat in a chair and settled her on my lap. Over the past few days, when we weren’t fucking, we spent time getting to know each other. So while we ate, I answered more questions about the club and my work. I also told her about the tattoo shop we owned, where Molly would be working, and mentioned we were considering hiring someone to do piercings. The part I didn’t mention was that there was no way in hell I’d ever let her touch another man’s junk…or even a woman’s pussy or tits. I just hoped she’d be happy doing earlobes and shit instead.
Once we’d finished our meal and cleaned up, I carried her to the shower where I thoroughly dirtied her up, then washed her clean. Until she was carrying my baby, I didn’t want to waste my come outside her womb, but I’d been powerless to deny her when she’d dropped to her knees and took me in her mouth. Fuck, she gave head like a porn star when she followed my directions like a good girl. My climax had made me weak in the knees.
Afterward, we packed up and left for Old Bridge. With the heavy rain the last time I’d had Dahlia on my bike, I hadn’t been able to enjoy it. On the ride home, I noticed everything. The way her arms held tight around my waist, her tits pressed against my back, and her thick thighs cradling my hips. I was hard as steel during the entire trip, and when we finally drove onto the compound, I could barely think about anything except dragging Dahlia up to my room and fucking her brains out.