Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 117494 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 587(@200wpm)___ 470(@250wpm)___ 392(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 117494 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 587(@200wpm)___ 470(@250wpm)___ 392(@300wpm)
A fierce emotion pushed forward in her eyes, shining bright at me. Tears filled them, and she tried blinking them away, clearing her vision but she couldn’t. More and more were flooding her until she reached up, grasping my face. “I love you too, Shane.”
I was lifting her, not even thinking.
I just needed to feel her, hold her. I’d never go a day not needing this.
She hugged me back, just as hard, harder even. Pressing her face into my neck, she broke out against my skin, “I love you so much it scares me.”
I moved my head back until she lifted hers, looking at me and I moved in.
I needed to taste her.
Her mouth opened under mine, and God, she tasted like my ecstasy. Pure heaven. My paradise.
I groaned, wanting more, but she had family that still needed to be rescued. I started to pull away, but she stopped me.
Her hand went to my chest. “No.”
I looked at her again, wanting to make sure I heard her right.
She began to lift herself up so I bent down, and caught her. Lifting her instead.
Her legs wrapped around my waist and they tightened. Her eyes darkened. She bit her lip, but I felt her heart picking up and her breathing deepened. She needed me too. This was for her.
I waited, feeling like she needed to dominate me this time. I didn’t know why I felt it. Could never explain it, but I waited and she reached between our bodies, unzipping me, slipping in, finding my cock. She began working me up, her hand holding me, moving down, sliding up and down. Her thumb moved over my tip, and I let out a breath, because fuck that felt good.
I was already aching for her, felt my balls were ready to burst when she lifted her hips up, going to her own jeans.
I shifted her to one hand, and helped, undoing her pants and then my fingers slid in. So tight. So beautiful. As I moved my fingers up and began a rhythm, she reached back for my dick, returning the favor.
We kept going.
Faster.
A little harder until she let out a small whimper.
That was enough for me.
I lifted her up, kicked her pants off, and I stepped on them, shoving them down the rest of the way. Then I held her up in the air, two hands under arms, and when I moved her back down, she found my dick. She aligned up, and I let her slide down over me.
We both moaned from the contact.
I was inside her and it was perfection. Utter and complete perfection.
We both began to move at the same time. I wanted to go fast, rough. I wanted to burn the feel of me into her soul, but this moment, today was different. It had to be perfection too, so I moved inside of her slow. Delicious.
She gasped, her eyes watching me the whole time, moving with me.
This was both of us together making a moment.
She gave in to me. It hit me on the fourth stroke. What I’d been waiting for from the beginning, it happened, and it happened after all the shit. She was mine, really truly mine.
I’d move mountains for her if I needed.
Anything.
She was mine, and I think she was finally accepting the other truth.
I’d always been hers.
47
KALI
“You should start smoking.”
I almost dropped the newest phone Shane gave me. The building inside was filled to the brim with way too many men. There were women, I assumed this new charter’s sweet butts, but it was a lot of people.
“What?” I’d not been expecting to hear my sister when I stepped outside for a breather. “What are you doing here?”
“Your boyfriend rescued me.” She flicked the end of her cigarette before putting it back between her lips. “Now I’m of the mindset that I don’t want to let Machete out of my eyesight again.” Her body twitched in a shudder, and she crossed her stomach with the free arm. “Or you know what I mean considering he’s not actually in eyesight this very second. And I said that because this world is stressful. Smoking helps. You should start smoking.”
My sister was sitting on the top of a picnic table, trying to give off attitude because that was her, but she was affected. And she was scared.
I grinned, stepping up and sitting next to her, facing the back of this building, wherever we were. I thought Flagstaff, but at this point, I would’ve believed we were in an alien spaceship. I ignored the smoking comment. “My boyfriend?”
“What?” A tentative grin teased at her lips before she rolled her eyes. “You’re going to start calling him your old man now? Because, newsflash, little sister, you are officially his old lady.”
“Little? I’m the older sister.”
She snorted. “I’m the older sister coming into this world. You can come to me for advice. I’m here for you. You don’t need to feel self-conscious with me.” She patted my knee.