Hitched (Licking Thicket – Horn of Glory #2) Read Online Lucy Lennox

Categories Genre: Contemporary, M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Licking Thicket - Horn of Glory Series by Lucy Lennox
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Total pages in book: 125
Estimated words: 117915 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 590(@200wpm)___ 472(@250wpm)___ 393(@300wpm)
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“I had a plan,” he grumbled from inside his shirt. “A plan to surprise you. A plan that didn’t involve phone sex. But, fuck. Five days was too fucking long. I’m not staying away that long again.”

That sounded like an excellent idea. But also…

“Wait, were you downstairs this whole time?” I demanded. “Leaving me up here all alone while you—”

Champ climbed on the bed and crouched over me on his hands and knees, beautifully, perfectly naked and fully, gorgeously erect. He kissed me once, firmly, to shut me up. “I had a plan,” he said again, running one big hand down my body from nipple to hip, like he was reclaiming his territory. “A whole-ass romantic plan. But then you sounded so fucking sexy, I had to change the plan on the fly, and I…”

I wrapped my arms around Champ’s neck and dragged his mouth down to mine, cutting off his explanation because it didn’t fucking matter.

When your prayers get answered, it’s churlish to question the hows and whys.

“Mmmpfh,” Champ argued. But when I bit his bottom lip, he got on board really quickly, kissing me so hard and so thoroughly, there wasn’t room for a single thought in my head besides Champ. He even managed to snag the lube on the nightstand without breaking the kiss.

“Get inside me,” I begged, my dick already leaking thanks to his words in my ear and his sudden presence in our bed. My hands scrabbled against his shoulders, trying to pull his weight against me more fully, needing to ground myself in him. “I’m ready, I promise.”

But of course, Champ being Champ, the bossy bastard needed to assess this for himself.

“I’ll tell you when you’re ready.” His pupils were dilated, hungry, and his cheeks were flushed with arousal beneath his tan.

I sucked in a breath and fought against a swamping tide of arousal. Seriously, Bossy Champ was irresistible. “Excuse you. I know what I need, Percy Champion, and right now, I need you to—oh, fuck,” I groaned as he impaled me with two thick fingers. “Fuck.”

“You were saying, baby?”

“I was saying I love you,” I babbled as he moved those talented fingers in and out of me. The man knew exactly how fast, and deep, and intense I liked it. “And that you should never ever stop doing that.”

“Mmm. That’s what I thought you said,” Champ agreed, and I was way too busy pushing myself up to meet his thrusts to care just how smug he sounded.

When he finally moved between my legs and pushed his cock into me, filling me up body and soul, I nearly sobbed at how good it felt.

“Fuck,” Champ groaned. “Fuck. Now I’m home.”

And then he stopped talking entirely and showed me exactly how much he missed me while I begged incoherently for him to fuck me harder, to come inside me, to stay there for good.

One at a time, he grabbed my hands and threaded our fingers together as he thrust against me. His face was contorted into an almost pained look, his face was sweaty, and his eyes were wild. He’d never looked more perfect.

“Touch yourself,” he gritted out. “Now, Quinn.”

I obeyed instantly, freeing one hand from his and stroking my slick cock in time to his thrusts. Someone let out a high-pitched keening sound, and I realized distantly that it was me.

“Just like that. Just. Like. That.” Champ punctuated each word with a thrust, sliding against my hole with exquisite friction, tagging my prostate and making me shudder. As always, every nerve ending in my body came alive when he touched me, and every one of them was on fire with arousal, needing release.

Champ stared down at me and said the words that were like a key in a lock. “Fuck, I love you.”

That was all it took. I screamed out his name and came hard all over my hand and both our stomachs.

Champ fucked me through my orgasm, his eyes never losing their intensity. He gave one final thrust, and his eyes rolled back as he came inside me.

I loved that feeling so damn much, my whole body shivered.

Champ withdrew from me carefully, slid slightly to the side, then collapsed completely, splaying himself over the entire right side of my body and burying his face in my neck so he could breathe me in. Without a word, his fingers slid through the mess on my stomach and further down to toy with my sensitive hole. When he slid them inside me, I gasped, then sighed.

He had a total obsession with marking my ass.

Fortunately, I was equally obsessed with letting him.

“Five days was too long,” I said, my voice hoarse as I traced patterns along his back with my fingertips. “From now on, take me with you.”

Champ grunted in amusement but didn’t move. “Who’d take care of your brides? Someone needs to babysit Posy Whatshername and her emus.”


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