Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33281 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33281 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
"Come for me, baby," I groan, slipping my hand between us to zero in on her clit. "Let me feel it all over my cock."
"Atlas." Her little gasp of delight threatens to send me careening over the edge. It's so innocent, so full of wonder. As if she didn't know it was possible to feel so much pleasure hitting her at once.
I rub her clit, pumping my hips as she trembles on the edge.
"Come, Temptation. Get yourself nice and ready for me to fill that womb," I growl against her ear. "The harder you come, the easier it'll be for me to plant my kid in you."
She clenches around me, crying out my name.
"I'm going to keep you on my cock tonight until you're good and pregnant." I nip her throat and then her collarbone. "You'll feel me dripping from this hot little hole every time you move tomorrow."
My balls are ready to explode, but she's fighting it. Fighting me. Not because she doesn't want it, but because she wants me to claim it. She can't help but demand I earn it. She's fucking perfect for me in every way.
Maybe there's room for a little dirty in this moment, after all.
I press my lips to her ear again, making sure she hears me. "You can't stop me, Temptation. I own this pussy now. So be a good girl and fucking come already." I drive into her hard and deep, grinding against her clit at the same time.
She falls like dominoes, shattering into pieces around me.
I roar her name as her cunt locks down around my dick, sending ripples of pleasure straight to my balls. They give up the fight, cum shooting up my shaft to spill into her in thick ropes. I pump my hips, driving into her again and again as the pleasure becomes unbearable.
Her sobs of ecstasy let me know she's right there with me, feeling every rapturous moment. I pour everything into her, giving her my soul.
Chapter Ten
Gabbi
Atlas keeps me up half the night, making love to me over and over. I'm not complaining. Every time is better than the last, which shouldn't be possible because they're all perfect. He makes love to me torturously slow, and then fucks me with his hand around my throat and his filthy words ringing in my ears.
By the time he collapses beside me, too exhausted to move, I'm permanently settled on a cloud of euphoria, unable to come down. I expect him to sleep hard. I know he has to be exhausted after trying to get the car unstuck, walking here, and then making love half the night.
But he tosses and turns all night as if he can't get comfortable. Every time I look at him, his eyes are still closed though. His brow is furrowed too, as if he feels pain even in his sleep.
I finally fall asleep, only to wake up a little after dawn when he starts moving around. He looks worse than he did yesterday morning. But there's a contentment in his eyes that wasn't there yesterday, as if he's perfectly at peace.
I can tell he's hurting though. I have to call his name three times to get his attention as we gorge ourselves on protein bars.
"Are you okay?" I ask, the first inklings of serious worry setting in. We pushed too hard last night. He should have been resting instead of making love to me.
"Fine," he says. "My goddamn neck is killing me, though. I think I slept wrong."
I don't think that's the problem at all. Neck pain is a common concussion symptom. It's also a worrisome one. He should be getting better and experiencing fewer symptoms. The fact that new ones are presenting instead means he may not be returning to the ice anytime soon, certainly not a week and a half from now.
"How's your head this morning?"
"Pounding like a jackhammer." He grimaces in distaste. "Next time I decide to get in front of Reid and a puck, please remind me that I'm an idiot."
"Miles."
"Huh?"
"Miles hit you with the puck."
"That's what I said."
"No, you said Reid."
"Miles, Reid. Same asshole, different package." He waves me off as if it doesn't matter and then holds out his hand to me. "We should probably get out of here and head back to the car. If we have to do much walking today, we should start sooner rather than later."
"Yeah," I agree, vowing to keep a close eye on him today. As soon as we're back to civilization, he's going to the doctor. I'll knock him out and drag him myself if I have to do it.
We dress quickly and then repack everything into our bags. I try to convince him to let me carry them, but he refuses, just like he did last night.
Within twenty minutes, we're ready to head out. I exit the cabin ahead of him, taking my first good look around. The woods march right up to the edge of the cabin, leaving very little cleared space around it. In the light of day, it looks less murdery than it did last night…but not nearly enough to convince me that it isn't haunted by the ghost of some crazed woodsman. Unfortunately, it looks far worse for wear too. I don't think it's been used regularly in a long time.