Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 122216 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 611(@200wpm)___ 489(@250wpm)___ 407(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 122216 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 611(@200wpm)___ 489(@250wpm)___ 407(@300wpm)
I line him up with my opening.
“Fuck, you’re wet for me. I want the taste of you on my mouth before I sink into your cunt.” I dig my fingers into his shoulder, stopping him. “I need you in me, Charles. Need you to be the man to take the one thing I’ve never given any other man.” His eyes go wide for a moment in understanding. Then they darken.
I press the end of his cock to my opening. “Make me yours.”
“You’re already mine.” His mouth crashes down onto mine as he pushes inside me. I feel the pinch of pain but it’s nothing compared to what he makes me feel. I finally belong somewhere.
He keeps kissing me as he thrusts in and out. We both come, crying out each other’s names. Charles still pushes on. His cock is still hard inside me. I see the need in his eyes to make me orgasm as many times as he can.
And he does until sleep takes me.
10
CHARLES
Mine. It’s the only word I can think of as she sleeps in my arms. The first rays of sun are trying to peek through the snowy scene outside. They coat her face in warm light, but she slumbers peacefully.
I want to touch her all over, to marvel at her and imprint every curve into my memory. Instead, I let her sleep and hold her to me, thanking the universe for sending me one good thing. I’ll take it. And keep it. Unexpected and amazing, Clover is everything I’ve ever wanted but knew I didn’t deserve.
Footsteps outside my door have me tensing, but then I relax when I recognize Tiernan’s gait. He passes by, likely on another check of the lodge and perimeter. We all have checkered pasts, none more so than me, but Tiernan certainly gives me a run for my money.
With a quiet sigh, I ease back onto my pillow and just enjoy her. I’m already planning on adding more rooms to the lodge, making room for a walk-in closet for Clover along with a spot outside our room for a hot tub. I bet she’d like that. Somewhere nice and warm to sit and watch the falling snow. Naked, of course.
My cock has been awake for hours, and now it hardens even more just thinking about her naked in a hot tub. Fuck, that would be heaven.
I’m halfway to waking her up for another round when something outside the window catches my attention. Movement. And it’s not the tree branches or a snow drift collapsing. Something’s out there.
I ease from beneath Clover and pad over to the wide window, keeping to the side of it so I can see without being seen. The hairs on the nape of my neck stand on end as I peer into the white wonderland. A bird, maybe?
No, my hackles don’t agree with that guess. There’s something else. Something wrong out there.
“Charles?” Clover calls. “Where are you?”
“Here.” I back away from the window, keeping an eye on the woods. Nothing moves.
I slide back between the sheets and pull her to me. She snuggles tight to me, her soft breath against my chest. My eyes are still on the window. The lodge is wired with state-of-the-art security, not to mention the bulletproof glass and massive amount of firepower we have stocked in every room. If someone’s out there, they won’t last. Not in this weather, and not up against four of the deadliest men the clandestine services have ever seen.
“When you said you were bad, what did you mean?” Clover asks sleepily. “I had a dream that you were onstage dancing to Ginuwine’s ‘Pony’ and stripping as all the ladies in the audience cheered and I really wanted to kill them for even looking at you and that seems normal right but is that the kind of bad you meant?” She runs out of air at the end.
I kiss the crown of her head. “Did I at least dance well in your dream?”
She smiles. I can feel it against my chest, right over my heart.
“You were amazing.”
I snort a laugh. “Good.”
“What was out the window?” She’s already drifting off again.
“Nothing.” I finally stop looking. None of the alarms are triggering. It’s either Leonard or my imagination.
“No matter what happens, I want you to know last night was the best night of my life.”
I blink. What does that mean? What is ‘no matter what happens’? I already know what happens. She stays here with me. I’m the only man for her. Maybe I didn’t prove it well enough last night? I mean, sure, I made her come so many times I lost count, but if she thinks there’s someone else out there who could—No. I can’t even finish the thought.
With a shove, I push her onto her back and roll on top of her.