Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21815 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 109(@200wpm)___ 87(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21815 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 109(@200wpm)___ 87(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
“We’d be happy. Neither of us would be miserable away from one another. We’d make this work out. And me being eighteen doesn’t mean I’m dumb. I know what it’s like to live on a ranch, to know money doesn’t always flow freely, that there are good months and lean months. I wouldn’t run away. Plus, I have goals of my own. I’m not going to let anyone get in the way of those either, not even you, Knox McCray.” My hand slides up her back, feeling her shiver as my palm moves to the nape of her neck, bringing her mouth to mine.
“Good, because I’m going to kiss you now. And, Blakely?” We’re less than a hairsbreadth away from each other.
“Yes, Knox?” she replies, eyes already closed, chest heaving, tits moving with each intake of air, and I know she’s as turned on as I am.
“Once I kiss you, that’s it.” I pull her in the last few inches, then my lips meet hers, soft and slow, not wanting to let her go. Blake’s hands reach out to my shoulders, fingers massaging them, and I help her out. I wrench her so she’s now on my lap, wanting to feel more of her.
“Knox, your knee.” She pulls away. Her lips are plump from our kiss.
“You’re not on my knee. Now, give me your lips, darlin’.” Blakely is hesitant at first, until I grip her hips, letting her feel what she’s doing to me. The worst part about this whole ordeal was being in the back of the golf cart, not wearing jeans or boots, just a blanket covering up my junk without Blakely there too. She veered off, stopping at her place to grab a change of clothes, basically telling me if she’s staying with me, she’s not taking a shower in the public area but at my place instead. We took turns, and that’s how I landed in bed afterwards, me in nothing but a pair of jersey shorts, her in a pair of cotton shorts and a tank top. Now, I’m reaping the benefits of this reward.
“Wow,” she breathes out. Our lips are connected, her pussy on top of my cock. The only thing between us are a few layers of clothes, but I can feel the heat coming off her, much like she can feel my hard cock against her cunt. I swallow down her moan, our tongues working in a fevered pace, her hands traveling down my chest, feeling every bit of my body that she can, and it’s getting harder and harder not to rip our clothes off. The need to sink my cock inside her, making her mine now and forever, is getting harder to control.
“Blakely.” I rip my mouth away from hers and tip my head to the ceiling, trying to calm my shit.
“What’s wrong?” She’s so sweet and innocent, not even realizing what she’s doing to me.
“Gotta slow it down, or I’ll be doing a whole lot more than you’re ready for and what my knee will even allow me to do.” I bring my eyes to hers, my hands never leaving her hips, the tips of my fingers already underneath the top, feeling her smooth skin against my calloused hands.
“Oh, shit. It seems I lose myself around you.” Her voice is soft and dreamy.
“Ditto. Lie with me?” The medicine she basically shoved down my throat is finally kicking in. It was only a few over-the-counter anti-inflammatories with a mild pain reliever, but add that in plus the lack of sleep I’ve gotten this past week, and it’s hitting me.
“Just because I let you kiss me and I’m lying with you doesn’t mean I’m accepting your apology this easily. You have a lot to atone for, making me miserable for a full week,” she grumbles, but she’s already getting under the covers as I lay my head on the pillow, lifting the covers up for her. Blakely’s head moves to my chest, the palm of her hand is on my stomach, and I hitch her leg over my thigh, my hand resting on top of it.
“I’ll make it up to you. Just let me hold you, darlin’.” I kiss the top of her head as I say those words. She relaxes into me further, and I know that I’ll make good on my word.
Fourteen
Blakely
“How are you feeling?” I ask Knox for what must be the eighth time today, and it’s only noon. He was adamant that he could drive my truck and horse trailer, leaving Trace to drive Knox’s truck and fifth wheel camper.
“I’m fine. Proud of you, Blake.” His hand moves from the center console and grabs mine that’s on my thigh. Thankfully, he injured his left knee and not his right, or I’d be driving, and he’d be grumbling the entire time.