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)
“Knox.” She gasps as I pull my mouth from hers and suck her neck in open-mouthed kisses.
I want to taste every inch.
She moves her hips against mine in a faster rhythm, and I can feel her need. Something wild inside me has already broken loose, but now it roars as I slide down her body and lick the seam of her leggings. She’s wet, her pussy soaked for me.
A moan escapes her, and I don’t stop licking her. I spread her legs wider and press my shoulders between them, then I bring my fingers to the sweet spot between her legs, grip the fabric, and yank. Her leggings rip at the center, and I find a pair of pink panties beneath. I suck the fabric between my teeth, drawing out her pussy juice before pushing them aside and licking her pink, wet skin.
She jerks, her back arching, and I swirl my tongue around her clit. Learning what she likes. Memorizing her sweet cunt. When I focus on her clit, her breath catches, and she comes on a low moan. I can’t get enough. I keep sucking and licking, giving her pleasure as her body ebbs and flows with a pleasurable tide. When her lower back finally hits the bed again, I lick her slowly, then pull back. My cock is so hard I could fuck a hole through solid steel, but this isn’t about me. It’s about Ruby, about how much I want to give her.
Sitting back, I lick my lips as she watches. “Sorry about your pants.”
She laughs almost hysterically and shakes her head. “I don’t even know what to say.”
I lean up and kiss her mouth, gently this time. “I do.”
“Yeah?” She smiles up at me, her eyelids heavy.
“Goodnight, sweet Ruby.” One more kiss and I force myself out of the bed. If I don’t, she’ll never get any rest.
“You’re leaving?” She sits up.
“If I don’t, I’ll pin you to the bed and fuck you all night long.” I gesture toward my pants.
Her eyes widen, and she licks her lips.
I groan and back away to the door. “Get some rest. I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Okay,” she says breathily. Fucking sexily.
I close the door and look over at Greasy, who I have no doubt was watching the whole thing. “Don’t let me through this door. She needs to sleep.” I run a hand through my hair.
He flicks his tail then curls up in front of Ruby’s door, his chin on his paws.
I sigh and go to my room, all the while savoring the rest of my sweet girl’s taste on my lips.
12
RUBY
I wake to the smell of bacon, coffee, Knox, and something sweet all mixed together. This has to be what heaven smells like. I stretch, sitting up in the giant comfy bed. It’s nothing like the one I have back in the city. That one is only a freaking twin. Unfortunately, it’s the only option if I want to have anything else in the room.
I was sure I would never be able to sleep after what Knox and I did, but I was dead wrong. I was out within seconds. It was honestly the best night of rest I’ve had in a really long time. A rush of heat fills me when I replay last night in my mind.
I’d wanted him so badly to come to bed with me. It had been on the tip of my tongue to tell him I’d be okay with him fucking me all night long, but I’m not sure I’m ready for that. I’m still trying to figure out what’s happening between us.
Twenty-four hours ago, I’d been dreading seeing Knox. Now I’ve done a complete one-eighty, and I’m excited to see him. I’m still a bit shy but excited nonetheless. I’ve always been drawn to him, even back in high school. There were those few moments I’d had with him when I swore there was something more. This connection whenever our eyes would lock. What if we were always destined to be?
“Get over yourself,” I mumble at the silly thought.
As much as I hate to think it, if I hadn’t been forced back here, I’d still be in the city living my life with no plans to return to Reindeer Valley. It’s not some sweet romance story where he willed me back with his love. Nonsense. I came back here on my own. Not because Knox wanted me here.
But does that matter? I’m not sure. I haven't been saving myself for marriage, but I have been saving myself for someone special. My mom might not have shown me what a good relationship should be, but my Grams did. The way Grandpa was with her before he passed set the bar high. The stories she tells me about them together has always made me long for a love like that of my own.