Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 14619 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 73(@200wpm)___ 58(@250wpm)___ 49(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 14619 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 73(@200wpm)___ 58(@250wpm)___ 49(@300wpm)
“Elijah!” She couldn’t help but scream his name as she came. This time, he didn’t wait for her orgasm to stop, no, he pressed her down on the bed, found her entrance, and slammed inside her, driving in hard and deep. He didn’t stop, and Josie loved it. She was orgasming at the same time he was fucking her. The sensations were unlike anything she felt before.
When he came, she stared into his eyes, feeling that connection, that feeling that also made her so fucking nervous.
His cock twitched as he spilled his cum within her. Josie knew she should tell him she wasn’t on any kind of pill. They were having unprotected sex. They had already had a lot of unprotected sex, but she didn’t know how to ask the question, how to find out what he wanted from her? Did she just ask? Did he assume she was already protected? Was he trying to get her pregnant? Did he want her to stay?
There were so many questions, but she didn’t dare say a thing, just stared up at him and waited.
“Baby, you are fucking incredible.” He kissed her lips, running his hands over her body.
“You’re not too bad yourself.” She smiled up at him.
He opened his mouth, but before a single word could come out, the dogs started to bark. She couldn’t help but laugh.
“I think they know when I’m having a lot of fun.”
This made her laugh. “You think your dogs know when you’re having sex?”
“Oh, yeah.”
“Oh, so you save girls often and win them over with your dogs?” she asked.
Elijah stared down at her. “I’ve never saved another woman. You’re the first woman I’ve saved, Josie, and as for my dogs … you can’t go blaming me for having such beautiful dogs.” He kissed the tip of her nose. “Am I winning you over?”
She looked at him, heart racing. “Huh?”
“You said I was winning you over, how am I? What am I doing that’s winning you over?”
“Oh, er, I’m…” What did she say? Did she tell him she thought she was falling in love with him? How she was staring at the snow and praying it would never melt? That seemed a little crazy. Men didn’t like crazy women, did they?
She stared at him, waiting. Nibbling her lip, she looked at him, wanting to ask so many questions, but the dogs barked, and they had to come first.
“We’ll talk later.”
He kissed her lips, and she felt him pull away. Would it be so bad to yell the words that she loved him?
Lifting up onto her elbows, she saw that he’d already left.
****
Elijah had never saved a woman before. Josie was his first, especially here in the mountains. He’d enjoyed his fair share of women before he’d cut himself off from the world. And he knew, deep in his heart, Josie was a keeper. She wasn’t a woman to fuck and leave. She was a woman you cherished, took care of.
Running a hand down his face, this was not going to be a great speech. He wanted to ask Josie to stay with him. The snow was melting. Walking the dogs that morning, he had seen the ground not too far from where he parked his truck. Sure, he imagined there was going to be more snow forecast, but he had to give her the chance to leave, didn’t he?
He was so totally fucked. He didn’t want her to leave. That was another reason he’d not asked her if she was on the pill. Did he even want to know the answer? He liked the idea of fucking her until she was pregnant. Of course, he wouldn’t stop fucking her, but he’d have a reason to convince her to stay.
Buster waited his turn to be dried.
He had to tell her that the path was clear and she could go back to her cabin, back to her … life. The life she had told him was so lonely, so miserable, that the only thing waiting for her was the coldness of an email. The instructions of a client.
He had no problem with working. It had helped him to get where he was now, but he also knew the value of balance—not living to work, but working to live. He had gotten them mixed up. Now his life was back on track, but he wanted Josie so badly.
“What am I going to do, Buster?” he asked.
His dog had no answers. Not that he could blame him. Who did have the fucking answers right now? He wanted to do the right thing, give her the choice of staying or going.
With Buster and Trixie dry, he made his way inside his home to find Josie already waiting with a cup of coffee. She hadn’t combed her hair, and she wore a pair of his pants as well as his shirt.