Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 101985 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 510(@200wpm)___ 408(@250wpm)___ 340(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101985 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 510(@200wpm)___ 408(@250wpm)___ 340(@300wpm)
“It’s yours,” I promise, and I mean it with every fiber of my being. “Yours, Zeke.”
He growls in satisfaction before burying his face in my hair. “Fucking right,” he groans.
“I’m so close,” I whisper, desperate, willing myself to get there. “I’m going—I’m going to—”
“Watch yourself,” he demands when my eyes start to close again. “Or I’ll stop.” Like he wants to prove it, his pace drops off until he’s barely touching me.
“No!” I whimper, desperate for the release of this tension. God, I can’t live with this. “Please, don’t stop!”
“Then keep your eyes open.” He meets my gaze over the top of my head, and it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. Him watching me, me watching him. Both of us are in this together as he pushes me higher, higher, wet slapping noises coming from between my legs thanks to the juices running down the insides of my thighs. So close, so close—
“Oh, yes!” I watch in wonder, exhilarated, my body straining for one last second before a massive shudder wracks me, leaving me shaking and sobbing with relief. I fall back against him, weak and helpless, riding out the blissful waves.
But he’s not finished yet. I haven’t finished coming before he bends me over the sink and lines up with my quivering pussy. “Mine.” He shoves himself inside me, taking me deep, making me gasp from the force and the depth.
“Oh, yeah,” I moan, still riding the high. Instead of coming all the way down, it’s like I’m on a plateau, stuck in that delicious in-between place. “I love the way you feel inside me.” I look up in the mirror to meet his eyes.
He clenches his jaw, fighting hard against his own need to let it go. “Nobody will ever fuck you like this.”
“Nobody!” I agree before gasping when our bodies crash together. There’s something different about this. He’s taken me hard, but this is fierce. There’s something deeper going on, something I don’t understand. But I feel it like a current running from him into me. Binding us together.
“Mine. Made for me. Only me.”
“Yes!” This is all I want. This is all I ever want. Zeke inside me, filling me up, using me, and letting me use him.
“You have another one in you?” he asks, slapping my ass hard enough to make me yell. My head bobs up and down—I can’t speak, I’m too out of breath—and he chuckles in approval. “Good girl. Let me feel it. Come on my cock, Mia.”
The way he says my name is absolutely filthy. How can two syllables be filthy? But he does it, and it’s so fucking hot, and oh, my God, I’m going to come again, I’m going to—
“Zeke!” I lean against the vanity, moaning his name over and over, but he doesn’t let up. He takes me by the hips with both hands and hammers me hard, merciless, baring his teeth and snarling—ferocious. I love it. I love watching. I love seeing him come apart the way he makes me fall to pieces.
He pulls out just in time, a split second before a splash of cum hits my lower back. And I smile, strangely triumphant even though I didn’t do anything special. It’s the satisfaction of watching him find his pleasure in me. Knowing I can make him do that.
When he’s finally spent, his head falls back, his breath coming in sharp gasps. “There’s my second workout of the day,” he manages before chuckling.
He then looks toward the shower. “I think now is the part where we get cleaned up.”
I laugh with him because, yes, we both need it now.
Still, there’s a tiny part of me, way in the back of my mind, that can’t help but wonder why he seemed so angry. Was he getting something out of his system that I don’t know about? And that possessiveness? It’s sexy, yeah, but it didn’t seem like he was trying to be sexy about it. It was like he actually meant it.
He’s never been that way before this morning. Did something change?
Why do I get the feeling he knows something I don’t?
21
ZEKE
“Can you peel these potatoes, please?” Mia turns away from what she’s doing to the turkey long enough to jerk her chin toward the strainer, where she scrubbed a handful of potatoes earlier.
“You’re assuming I know how to handle a peeler.”
“You don’t?” She looks my way, one eyebrow raised. “Are you serious?”
“No, I can peel potatoes. My grandmother taught me when I was a kid.” Though it’s been a long time since I’ve had to do it. “I was just screwing with you.”
“Well, you can’t blame me for taking you seriously.”
“I’ve cooked before, remember?”
“Right. Boiling pasta and heating up a jar of sauce. A culinary masterpiece.”
I take a swat at her ass before taking a peeler to the first potato. “Looks like you’ll have to teach me a few things.”