Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 15942 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 80(@200wpm)___ 64(@250wpm)___ 53(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15942 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 80(@200wpm)___ 64(@250wpm)___ 53(@300wpm)
“Important guy?”
There was nothing else to do but be honest. “Pretty much the guy.” I sighed heavily.
He nodded, shrugged, held the plastered smile in place. “Okay, then, I guess I’ll see you around. Give me a call if anything changes.”
“I will, thanks.”
And with that he was gone. No interest in me before, but suddenly… my life had definitely slid into the surreal.
“May I come out now?”
My head swiveled to the bathroom door, and there, peeking out, was Dixon Bain. “What the hell are you doing back here?”
“I never left,” he stated, walking out of the bathroom. As he strode forward, I noticed how tight his jeans were and how they clung to his long, muscular legs.
“You’re checking me out.”
“Oh I am not,” I grumbled.
His cackle was evil as he moved to the side of the bed, pulled the curtain around, shielding us from prying eyes, and then leaned over onto the small bed, into my space, and stared down at me.
“What’re you––go away, you’re crowding me.”
“I am not. Shut up,” he growled back, putting his head down on my chest, on the left side where I hadn’t been shot, under my chin so that if I wanted to, I could rub my face in his hair. “God, you’re a pain in the ass.”
“Dixon,” I croaked out his name.
“I’m hard to love.”
Weird segue, and I had no response for him. Because I never had any trouble loving him except at the end.
“Most guys don’t get me.”
When we’d gone to school together, overwhelming was the word most used about him. Intimidating was next. He demanded your attention. He was so decisive, so instantly possessive, that there was barely time to breathe once he made up his mind that he wanted you.
“I scare men off.”
“Me too,” I confessed. Just the heat from his chest and shoulders was seeping into me, and it took only that much contact for my groin to fill with blood. “They run for the same reason you did: I smother them.”
“I never had a problem with that,” he said, lifting up and putting his hands on me, one on my abdomen, the other between my parted legs.
“Get your hands off me,” I ordered without a drop of power in my voice. Just looking at him touching me, feeling the pressure against my groin made me catch my breath.
“You all right?”
“Go away.”
“I don’t think so.” He slid his hand under the covers.
“Dix.”
He leaned forward and pushed my head back with his nose, and because I had always been easy where he was concerned, I offered him my throat. He pressed a kiss there.
“You should stop.”
“I should be buried to my balls in your ass, but you’re not up for that yet.” He began nibbling on my collarbone. “You’re gonna have to ride me instead.”
“I don’t… I top now.”
His laughter brought heat washing over my skin. “You’re so fulla shit. I have never met a greedier bottom than you. You’re the only guy I ever met who can get off just with a dick in his ass.”
“Just yours,” I blurted before I could stop myself.
“Well, that is the best news I’ve had in years,” he said as his fingers slid over my hip and under the waistband of my sweats. “And so you know, your cock is the only one that just sucking can make me come.”
It was hard to breathe.
“I bet it’s still pretty,” he said gruffly into my ear a second before my already hard, leaking shaft was fisted in his strong grip.
“Oh God,” I moaned, my back arching up off the bed, the contact so sudden, so forceful, so perfect.
“You will let me take you home and take care of you, you stubborn piece of crap,” he grumbled, releasing me only to throw back the blanket and step sideways so he was looming over my very erect penis. “I made a mistake, but punishing me when you want the happily ever after just as much as I do is just stupid.”
I was going to argue, but he bent and took me down the back of his throat.
“Stop,” I croaked out, terrified that a nurse, or anyone else for that matter, could walk in at any moment.
He sucked hard all the way to the base and then pulled back and swirled his tongue around the head before he lifted up to look at me. “Why stop?”
“This is a hospital,” I answered, sounding ridiculous.
“I told the nurses to give me a half an hour in here because I was trying to sort out the rest of my life,” he explained with that sexy wolfish grin of his that would have made my knees weak if I were standing. “They’re all rooting for me.”
Of course they were. The man was charming and gorgeous, and his eyes got all dark and wet when he was in earnest.