Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 69785 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69785 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
She hit a sore spot on my ass, and I hissed in a breath.
“Sorry,” she whispered softly.
I didn’t say anything to her apology, nor did I say anything more to our earlier topic.
Sadly, she was likely right.
My trial had definitely been botched. The backwater town of Dark Lakes and the surrounding area was scared of whoever held the town in an iron grip. They would rather send a man like me to prison for twenty years than deal with their riff-raff. They’d rather see an innocent couple die than to admit that they had a problem.
Needless to say, I wasn’t any happier about my situation, or her parents, than she was.
We’d all been let down by the law.
“Do you have any ointment?” she asked.
I looked up over the length of the counter and saw where I’d left the bottle.
“It’s across the counter.” I gestured with my head.
She came around the counter, and our eyes met and held for a few long seconds.
Suddenly, the heat that was between us flared back to life.
Then her eyes dipped, and she took in the lower half of my body.
The only thing she could see was the V that led down to the root of my cock, which happened to be the only thing visible due to the counter height.
That didn’t seem to matter, though.
Not to her, and not to me.
I watched as her nipples pebbled behind the soft gray camisole she was wearing, and only then realized that she hadn’t worn a bra underneath it.
I licked my lips and all but groaned at the sight.
She hastily looked down, trying in vain to hide her reaction, and skirted around the counter.
Only, she didn’t pay attention to where she was going because the next thing I knew she was tumbling toward me with windmilling arms.
One second, she was standing upright, and the next I had a barstool slamming into me, followed shortly by an overbalanced woman.
The first hit me with a wallop of pain, and the next hit me seconds later with just as much pain, but centered on a piece of my anatomy that was now very much uncontained.
My pants dropped to the ground, and the only thing that kept me upright after she hit me was my lean against the counter.
“Shit,” she said softly, her entire body now pressed up against me. “I’m so sorry.”
I looked down into her eyes, saw the pleading look there, and lost it.
Leaning down, I slammed my mouth down onto hers.
She inhaled sharply at the move, and I used the opening to do what I’d been dying to do since the moment that I’d last had her in my arms.
This time, luckily, she wasn’t underage.
This time, I also wasn’t going to stop.
I couldn’t.
Wouldn’t.
Wasn’t able to.
Nothing was ever easy when it came to Swayze Molly Marrin.
Her wild blonde hair curled around my fingers as I caught hold of her neck and angled her mouth exactly how I wanted it.
She tried to move closer, but the stupid fuckin’ stool that was still between us kept her from doing so.
In a burst of movement, I picked her up and twirled her so that her ass landed on the counter. Seconds after that, I had the stool kicked half across the room.
Tater the invader roared in surprise at the sound and took off out his cat door.
I, on the other hand, used her new position to my advantage and pressed myself into her deeper.
I was tall enough that my hips notched in between her splayed thighs like they were meant to be there.
The only thing I wished was that her thighs were naked, and that she had no panties on.
Instead, she was wearing restrictive jeans that kept me—and likely her—from feeling what I wanted to feel. Her hot, silky skin.
But that would come with time.
For now, I was exploring her mouth, feeling how soft she felt in my arms.
And right.
Goddamn, did she feel so right.
“This has been brewing for over twelve years,” I said as I pulled back to look at her. “Say it now, and I’ll back off. But if you let me get as far as I want to get, things are going to go differently than you’re expecting.”
She licked her lips, her eyes going from my mouth, to my eyes, then down to where my bare cock was pressed against her jeans.
“I don’t have any condoms,” she said softly. “I’m on birth control, but…”
She knew where this was going just as well as I did.
“I’m clean,” I promised. “I haven’t been with anybody since before I was deployed.”
Her eyes went hot and huge.
“Nobody?” she asked.
I shook my head. “Nobody.”
“I…” She blew out a breath. “I tried. Once. I tried to be intimate with someone after we… but it didn’t feel right. I stopped before he could even get my bra off.”