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)
“Goddamn.”
The sound of Rowdy’s voice was like the ring of a bell. It signaled my brain back from the mental smoke break it had taken while Rowdy was fucking me senseless.
What the fuck had I done?
It wasn’t regret that curled in the pit of my stomach. My pussy was too content, still throbbing from the aftershocks of three orgasms, to feel remorse. But it was something else. A dire acknowledgment that I had done something irreversible.
“Atlas.” He kissed my shoulder, distracting me from my rising panic.
“Yeah?”
“What we did,” he said, slipping his hand between my thighs and cupping my pussy as if his monster dick still lodged inside me wasn’t possession enough, “I don’t want you to do this with anyone else.”
I turned my head enough to meet his gaze, and the promise of violence if I disobeyed sent a fucking chill down my spine. Meanwhile, my heart jumped up and down in my chest, waving pom-poms around like we’d scored some kind of victory.
“Are you saying you want me to be your girlfriend?”
“I’m not sure we’re there yet,” he answered carefully, “but if you fuck someone else, Atlas, we’ll never be.”
All of a sudden, I couldn’t breathe, and it wasn’t entirely because of his crushing weight on top of me. It hadn’t escaped my notice that he’d chosen to have this conversation while he was still on top of me. I was trapped with nowhere to go until I met his demands. I guess he’d forgotten backing me into a corner only made me bite.
“And while I’m carving your name on my pussy, how many women will I be sharing your dick with?”
Suddenly, Rowdy couldn’t get away from me fast enough. He pulled out of me, stood, and then lifted me from the bed. I didn’t fight him when he carried me to the bathroom. I was too weak to do more than lay in his arms like a limp doll.
Seeing my temporary supplication, Rowdy chuckled. “We got to get that pussy used to me.”
“You won’t have to worry about that if you’re still going to be fucking other women.”
Again, Rowdy said nothing, and I pursed my lips. He set me on my feet inside the glass shower stall, then turned on the water before moving away.
I didn’t move, standing just out of reach of the cold spray while I watched him snatch off the condom and trash it.
Afterward, he left the bathroom, and I strained my ears to hear him leaving the bedroom too. Before I had a chance to feel uncomfortable at being left alone in his private space, he returned a couple of minutes later with my toiletry bag in tow. I watched as he set it on the counter before rifling through it until he found my body wash and sponge.
“Anything else you need?” He peered over his shoulder and waited for my answer.
I shook my head, and he rejoined me in the shower, silent as he crowded me underneath the spray, his green gaze intense and looking like he could go another round or two. Attitude still on ten, I turned my back on him.
“We’re not in a relationship yet,” he mumbled, picking up where I’d left the conversation and finally putting me out of my misery. I looked over my shoulder in time to see him squirt some of my body wash on my sponge. I swear to God it should have been in a porn commercial for soap. “But we’re moving in that direction. I think this is what corny fucks like you call dating.” Rowdy kissed the top of my head and gently began soaping my back. “Or am I wrong?”
Against my will, I slowly smiled. “You’re not wrong.” When he was done, I turned in his arms and tilted my head back to meet his gaze. “But if I can’t fuck anyone else, you can’t either.”
Rowdy smirked as he stared down at me and slapped my ass so hard I inhaled sharply from the sting of his wet hand. “What’s understood doesn’t need to be explained. After the way you just put that pussy on me, I don’t want to fuck anyone else. Believe that shit.”
I liked the sound of that, so I held his gaze as I slid to my knees and showed him just how much.
When I awoke, my first thought was that I hadn’t slept that well since before my father’s first stint in the hospital. My second thought was that I didn’t know where I was.
I was naked.
My pillow was warm and hard and smelled like Irish Spring.
I couldn’t see much since the sun hadn’t risen yet, but it felt like I’d slept for years. I knew it must have been early morning, at least.
From what I could see, the bedroom was simple yet far too nice to belong to the motel.