Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 70741 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 354(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70741 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 354(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
Not when he felt so fucking good inside of me, and definitely not when I had the one and only thing I’d ever wanted in my arms.
“God, I’m not going to last,” he rasped against my throat.
His hand shifted to go between us, the pad of his thumb easily finding that bundle of nerves I’d only ever touched in the darkness of my own locked bedroom.
The moment he made contact with the small nub, everything inside of me clenched with need and anticipation.
It wouldn’t take much for him to make me fall over the edge—something that surprised me since when I did this myself, it took quite a long time for me to let go.
Ezra didn’t seem to have that same problem.
“Please be close,” he groaned into my neck, moving his hand away. “Get yourself off.”
My hand moved.
I was, but that close turned into falling overboard when he bit my neck with blunt teeth.
The dual sensations had me losing every ounce of control I’d managed to hold onto.
My pussy clamped down around him, and moments later, I was screaming my head off—and it had absolutely nothing to do with the window outside breaking, and everything to do with Ezra’s cock.
Between one scream and the next, I was coming so hard that if it wasn’t storming, I was sure that the neighbors would’ve come over to check to make sure I was okay.
I’d never, not once in my life, felt something so ferocious sweep through my body.
My eyes slammed shut, my connection to Ezra’s beautiful gaze falling to the wayside. My legs clamped even tighter around his hips, and my arms froze. One in his hair, and the other on my clit.
Ezra’s curse of agony followed mine, and had I heard it any other time when I wasn’t experiencing my out of body experience, I would’ve definitely asked him if he was okay.
Turns out, he was dying his own little death, but I was too lost to care.
At least not until long moments later, when the wind died down, and our breathing started to calm.
“You know,” he murmured, sounding almost disappointed in himself. “I’ve taught that sex-ed class for years. I’ve blasted the safe sex point home more times than I can count, and then bam. You walk into my life, and I lose every single bit of self-control I thought I had.”
I didn’t know what to say to that.
“I’m clean,” I breathed against his chest.
He snorted. “Honey, your virginity is staining my still hard dick right now. I have no doubt in my mind that you’re clean.”
I felt my lips twitch.
I couldn’t really say what I was thinking, because what I was thinking probably wasn’t something he needed to hear.
Because if I told him that the idea of having his baby was overtly appealing to me, and I hoped that he’d gotten me pregnant, he might very well realize how crazy I was, and kick me out.
Therefore, I kept my mouth shut and tried not to act excited about having sex with Ezra McDuff—my high school crush, and Ezra losing so much control that he forgot the number one rule of sex—glove it if you love it.
Chapter 8
Eating is cheaper than therapy.
-Fact of Life
Ezra
My anger at my team had not abated despite having a three-day weekend to calm down.
Then again, seeing the fields that I’d painstakingly worked so hard on trashed due to the weather a few days ago hadn’t helped matters, either.
Honestly, the only thing saving these kids from having to run for the next three weeks straight was the looseness that I felt after spending the night with Raleigh.
When I walked onto the field Tuesday afternoon, every single boy looked bored to tears.
They didn’t seem scared. They didn’t look particularly ashamed. They looked like they were ready to hang out and play some recreational ball.
Well, I was sorry to say, they wouldn’t be playing ball at all today.
They’d be running.
And when they weren’t running, they’d be doing burpees.
Two of the most awful things I could think of.
“Let’s head to the track,” I ordered, waving my hand in the direction of where I wanted them to go.
Groans filled the air.
“What for, Coach?”
I looked over my shoulder at my nephew.
“Unfortunately, a few ruined it for you all. Since you’re all a team, you will be punished as a team.” I paused. “And next time you see your teammates doing something stupid, you will say something to help convince them of why it’s not a good idea.”
Another round of groans.
“Come on, Coach. It wasn’t that big of a deal.”
I froze when I heard Mackie’s rebuttal.
“Not that big of a deal?” I turned to look at him. “Tell me, how the hell do you think it’s not that big of a deal? You laughed at a boy that lost everything. Everything, Mackie.”
The boys shuffled on their feet, clearly rethinking their actions from three nights before.