Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 45371 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45371 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
His rock-hard body pushes against my back, letting me feel every sweaty, steamy outline of power. He plays with my nipples as he pushes deeper, if that’s possible.
“You need to cream on my dick. You need to tell me you’re… ah, ready for a future.”
I moan as the pleasure erupts, a star expanding, the orgasm crashing into me with so much force I collapse onto my front. He follows me, never stopping his hips, pounding into me as I reach up and claw onto his sides. My arms ache at this angle, but I can barely feel it, barely feel anything except his cock slipping in and out of my pulsing core.
“Good girl.” He leans forward. “That’s… it. You’re creaming. You’re drenching my… ah, my dick.”
“Yes, yes, yes,” I moan, the only words I can produce as I float in this feeling.
He shudders and collapses atop me, his seed spilling inside me. He stays on top of me for a while, his cock wilting in me, our bodies connected until the last moment. Then he rolls aside.
“Come here,” he says, raising his arm.
I shuffle into place. The word belong bounces brightly around my mind.
“It feels so right here, you know?” I say breathlessly, my heart still pounding as I lay my cheek against his chest. His chest thuds, too.
“It’s where you belong.”
“I was just thinking that. Belong.”
He leans down and kisses the top of my head. “It’s the truth.”
I make circles on his sweaty, hard chest. “I don’t know if you’re a beast or a gentleman, Blake.”
“With you, I’ll always be both,” he says, touching my hand. “I’ll be an animal when it comes to defending our family. To protecting you and the kids.”
“The kids,” I whisper. “It’s like they’re already here.”
“I wish.”
I kiss his chest. “Me too.”
After a while, there’s a tapping at the door. Nails on wood.
“I can guess who that is,” Blake says, standing naked, the contours of his body catching the silver low light.
He walks over to the door and opens it halfway, shielding his nakedness from the hallway. His body is only for me.
Archie pads in, whining, sitting at Blake’s feet.
“I think he wants to go out,” I say.
“I’ll take him,” Blake replies. “Wait here for me. We’re not done.”
I sit up in bed, watching my man hurriedly pull on his clothes, Archie following him everywhere with love in his eyes, staring up.
“When did you get him?” I ask.
Blake adjusts his shirt. “The shelter, about three years ago. He was a mess when I found him.”
“Oh, God. He’s doing great now.”
Blake smiles over at me. Our eye contact makes me shiver, anticipating what comes next.
I just can’t think of the telling Dad part.
Blake leaves with Archie at his feet.
I lie back, close my eyes, and smile.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Blake
Archie paws at the glass door, whining softly.
Standing in the shadowy dark, a figure smokes a cigarette, the end flickering. I open the door and step into the bracing cold, peering through the dark.
It’s Cameron, his head down as I approach. The grass is cool against my feet. I like it, the freshness waking me up. I need to be alert.
I’ve still got his daughter all over me, her taste in my mouth, her skin, her sweat, the heat, her virginity. I took it all, and now I’ve got to talk with her dad.
“Blake,” he says, tossing the cigarette butt and immediately lighting another. “One of your guards gave me a pack. Hope you don’t mind.”
I nod, watching him watch me. His eyes are as sharp as when we were kids, like when he asked me if I was rolling with the Scottish mob. I laughed and told him no. I lied to him because this path was never for him, but he always saw through the lie.
“I heard something interesting,” Cameron says. “Walking through the house. Couldn’t sleep… I was walking through the halls, and I heard something.”
His voice shudders, his hand shakes, and the lit end of his cigarette shifts around like a firefly.
“You don’t need me to tell you what I heard?”
I shake my head. “I get it.”
“You get it.” He laughs darkly. “I knew you went down a different path. I knew you had done some bad things, but you always seemed like a good person deep down. I couldn’t forgive you, but I could never hate you, either.”
“And now?” I say. “Do you hate me?”
He takes a long inhale of his cigarette. “She’s my daughter. She’s Isla’s daughter. She’s half your age.”
“That’s all true,” I say.
“Is that all you’ve got to say?” he snaps.
I sigh, feeling caught between two versions of me, the teenager and the man. Isla’s face flashes across my mind, her supportive smile, her understanding eyes.
“You were both my best friends,” I tell him. “You let me feel like a normal person. I’d never want to betray you. I’d never want to hurt you.”