Total pages in book: 176
Estimated words: 167257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 836(@200wpm)___ 669(@250wpm)___ 558(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 167257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 836(@200wpm)___ 669(@250wpm)___ 558(@300wpm)
“Call it out.”
My unsure gaze danced between the only two buttons on the pocket-sized device—read and erase—before hitting read again. This time, the actual code showed, and I read it out to him. “What does it mean?” I asked when I heard him curse.
“Suspension’s fucked up,” he mumbled as he slammed the hood closed and returned to the driver’s side to inspect the damage to the rear door with a furrowed brow. “Shit must be in worse shape than I thought.”
“Maybe I did it wrong,” I suggested, even though I knew I hadn’t. I couldn’t explain this sudden and burning urge to ease his troubles—so much so that I had to stick my free hand in my coat pocket to keep from taking his. “Do you want to check for yourself? Make sure I did it right?” I tried to hand him the device back, but he absently shook his head as his green gaze scanned the lot.
“I trust you.”
Unaware of what those three little words did to me—spoken as casually as if trusting me came naturally for him—he continued to search the sea of cars while I tried to calm the butterflies that had taken flight in my belly.
“Okay.”
He must have heard the breathlessness in my tone. Giving up his search, Rowdy looked down at me, and whatever look he found in my eyes smoothed away the frustration darkening the sculpted lines and artful curves of his handsome face until an almost serene expression took over.
A heartbeat later, we were kissing.
It wasn’t one of those spontaneous moments when I couldn’t recall who had initiated this monumental mistake.
Owen had.
And I’d been eager to meet him halfway.
There’d been no hesitation whatsoever on my part when he bent to take what he wanted. In fact, I couldn’t get there fast enough—already missing his kiss and wanting more when it hadn’t even ended yet.
I wasn’t aware of him turning us until I felt my back suddenly pressed against the Mercedes and his tall frame blocked the sun behind him.
“I want my dick in your mouth,” he said without breaking the kiss.
“Okay.” I was even more breathless than before as butterflies erupted in my stomach. It didn’t matter that we were exposed, out in the open, where anyone could see. I was going to let Owen Rashaad Wray do whatever he wanted to me.
He gave me one last kiss and then shifted his hold to my jaw so I couldn’t look away as he pinned me with those green eyes. “Are you gonna be a big girl, or are you going to back down again?”
I gave a vehement shake of my head. “I’ll be good. I promise.”
I was one-hundred-percent certain he could feel my thighs shaking, but he didn’t seem to care as he placed an unforgiving hand on the top of my head and gently pushed me to my knees.
I didn’t feel the rocks on the ground digging into my skin and bone. I only knew him and the spine-chilling look in his eyes as he ripped open his belt and jeans while holding my gaze.
He was already hard when I wrapped my hand around him. This time, I didn’t need any encouragement when I rose up on my knees and licked the flared tip. That first salty taste of him burst on my tongue, and unlike before, I couldn’t get him in my mouth fast enough. I swallowed half his length in one gulp, stretching my lips and jaw as far as it would go, making him hiss and his green eyes glow as he watched me.
“Mmmh…make that shit sloppy, baby.”
I obediently pulled away, gathering all the moisture in my mouth before spitting it on his shaft and using my hand to spread it around. He nudged his hips forward, indicating he wanted my mouth again, and I slowly enveloped him while keeping eye contact.
“Fuck, Atlas,” he groaned, throwing his head back as soon as the tip reached my throat. I was still only halfway.
I pulled back and did it again, needing to hear that sound again. Neither of us was disappointed. Together, we established a rhythm—me taking him deep and him chasing me whenever I retreated.
My spit and his pre-cum had gathered at the back of my throat, making a gargling sound as he fucked my mouth while the excess dribbled down my jaw and chin, creating a mess that only spurred us on.
Eventually, his hold on my hair shifted—tightened. It was my only warning before he took over completely, fucking my face and making me choke on his dick whenever I tried to catch my breath.
Tears leaked down my face, and I couldn’t tell which was wetter from his brutal treatment—my eyes or pussy. I heard gravel crunch somewhere nearby, but before I could pull away to warn Rowdy, he was coming down my throat with a grunt that made me forget we were no longer alone. My pussy wanted to be abused by him next.