Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 74577 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74577 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
I didn’t hesitate.
I rushed in, then curled into his side, flooded with a warmth that I didn’t really even have a name for.
But as I drifted off to sleep with his hand sifting through my hair and his heartbeat beneath my ear, I had a sneaking suspicion that I knew what it might be.
Love.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Atlas
“I’m just saying, if you’re having people over, there should be snacks,” Rush said as he climbed up the ladder that was leaned on the house above the garage doors.
“It’s a job, not a social call,” Nixon said, rolling his eyes as he opened the box for the floodlight with the camera.
“Says the guy who doesn’t even work for King anymore,” Rush shot back.
“I’ll have to remember to set out a cheese board the next time I have a plumber over,” I said, smirking.
“It’s not too much to ask,” Rush insisted, but he was grinning down at me.
It struck me, once again, how much I’d missed this.
I guess I’d just been really good at burying that longing between other experiences. But, obviously, it was always there, just waiting to be acknowledged.
Once upon a time, we’d all been so fucking close.
I’d been the one to drive a wedge.
And in moments like this, when we were all together, it was painfully clear how much I’d been missing out on for years.
“That Scotti?” Rush asked, making me turn to find another car parked on the road.
Then, a second later, she hopped out, her dark hair pulled back into a ponytail as she went to the back of her SUV, fetching something out, then coming toward us with a few boxes of pizza.
“See? Now she knows how to treat hard-working men.”
At that, Scotti’s brow lifted.
“I’m going to tell Katie you said that,” she said, shaking her head at him. “How’s the leg?” she asked, turning to look at me.
“Fine,” I told her. “If the doctor won’t take this fucking thing off, I’m gonna cut it off myself,” I told her, waving down at it.
Granted, my reasons for wanting it off now had a lot less to do with just annoyance, and a lot more to do with AJ.
Having her ride me was great. Fucking fantastic, actually, because I got to really watch her as she learned how to bring herself pleasure, as she got to actually enjoy sex, rather than endure it.
But only having one position in my arsenal was going to get old fast.
I hadn’t been inside her since then, even though it was pretty much all I could think about.
She’d been home all morning, of course, since this was her scheduled overnight—hence the security installation.
But I’d rolled the office chair up behind her when she’d been at the counter, drinking her coffee.
Reaching out, I’d peeled her panties she’d slipped into right off again, then stood to lift her, depositing her ass onto the counter, then dropping back onto my chair, lowering it until I was in the exact right position, then shooting a smirk at her wide, disbelieving face, before ducking my head and running my tongue up her pussy.
From what I understood about her ex, he didn’t give a fuck about her enjoying herself. And I didn’t figure a man like that would ever eat his woman out.
So I went ahead and made up for lost time, licking, sucking, teasing, driving her up over and over and over, until her thighs were shaking hard, and just the touch of my tongue on her flesh seemed to make her jolt from oversensitivity.
When I’d looked up at her after, she’d been all glassy-eyed again, overwhelmed.
“No, baby,” I said when she’d hopped down, and immediately went to her knees in front of me, her hands going to my waistband.
“No?” she asked, body tensing like I’d slapped her.
“It doesn’t need to be reciprocal,” I said, my fingers brushing down her cheek. “I didn’t go down on you, so you would do the same for me.”
“I want to,” she said. Then, when she didn’t think I was convinced, her hand moved over my straining cock. “I need to taste you too,” she admitted, cheeks all pink.
And, fuck, I couldn’t deny her it when she genuinely seemed to mean it, could I?
So I sat back as she freed me, as she teased me with her tongue, then took me into her lips, into her mouth.
She worked me slowly at first, trying to figure out what I liked best, then faster as she gained confidence, her one hand fisting my cock, stroking it as she sucked, as the other went to my balls, massaging as she worked me up and through an orgasm, taking me deep so I came down her throat.
And I swear I saw fucking white at the intensity of it.
Then, yeah, she’d needed to get herself ready for work.
She’d be beat when she got home, so I didn’t think we’d get another round in before King showed up to take me to the doctor.