Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 25380 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25380 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
“Sometimes, sometimes not.” She wiggles her eyebrows before turning around, giving me all kinds of solicitous thoughts. The hallway is short. We pass one bedroom. There’s a bed in there, but for the most part, the room is filled with racks and racks of clothes. Damn, my girl has quite the obsession. The walls have pictures hung with photos of her family, and it looks like some from her road trip.
When we make it to her room, she lets go of my hand and crawls up from the foot of the bed. I toe off my shoes, pull my shirt over my head, leaving me in a pair of jersey shorts, and follow her. My hands mold to her hips, my cock already lengthening with the position we’re in.
“If I weren’t about to collapse on my face, I’d be sinking so deep inside you right now, Berkley.” I groan.
“There’s always tomorrow. Come on. Melody let me know what happened today when she picked up Sienna, then add in what you told me on your five-minute reprieve, and sleep is needed. I’m not going anywhere. Promise,” she soothes me as I lie beside her, my arm sliding beneath her neck, bringing her in.
“Neither am I, sugar, neither am I.” I kiss the top of her head as she places her hand on top of my heart, both of us drifting off to sleep. This afternoon and evening may have started shitty, but the day is ending in the best possible way with Berkley surrounding me.
Thirteen
Berkley
I’m warm, warmer than I usually am when I’m in bed. Add in the fact that there’s a hand holding my breast and a hard cock wedged between the cheeks of my ass. I’m not complaining, especially because I know they belong to Ryder.
It sucked that he came over dead to the world last night, and that he was so exhausted we barely whispered good night. His hours are definitely on the weird side, but I see how Aspen and Jasper make it work, and his are even worse. We’ll make this work no matter what time Ryder makes it in.
“Ryder.” My voice is still scratchy with sleep. I moan as he rocks his hips into mine, his fingers pinching my taut nipples.
“Morning, sugar.” He moves our bodies until I’m lying flat on my back and wedges his hips between my legs. I let out another moan. My eyes are already rolling back as I feel all kinds of ecstasy coursing through my body.
“This has to be the best way ever to wake up.” I arch up into him. It causes my shirt to ride up, the undersides of my breasts showing now.
“Fuck yeah, it is.” Ryder’s hands mold to my abdomen then cage my breasts.
“Are you finally making good on all these promises?” I bat my eyelashes at him, overexaggerating.
“You have no idea what you’re in for, Berkley. You sure about this?” He might have asked, but his pointer fingers are grazing my skin underneath my shirt, touching my nipples, pulling up my shirt even more. I moan in response, causing him to snap into action. My shirt is whipped over my head, and Ryder’s mouth seeks mine, neither of us caring about morning breath, what we look like, or if we’re moving too fast. We’re not. When you know, you know.
“I’m ready for this, for us, all of it.” My hand cups the side of his cheek. That’s when Ryder attacks, his mouth on mine, his bare chest rubbing against my own. He dominates my body, the way he’s caging me in, while he’s down on his forearms, my hand still holding on to him.
“You’re fucking perfect,” he grumbles, pulling away. Hot, wet kisses are blazing a path down my neck, then to my breasts, licking and nipping. My hips never stop moving. Ryder’s doing much the same. The one time I decide to wear clothes to bed will be the last time.
“Off.” My hands find the top of his shorts, which, let me tell you, I may have only gotten a glimpse of his hard body, but feeling it all night, I can probably tell you every single nuance of his washboard abs. It took a lot not to drag my hands down further, trailing that light dusting of a happy trail.
“Not yet. We get our shorts off, and it’ll be over before it’s started, and Berkley, I need another taste. It’s been too fucking long.” Who am I to tell this man no? Something I have a feeling will never happen.
“God, the way you make me feel. This time though, I’m returning the favor.” Ryder sits back on his haunches, the black shorts giving away just how hard he is.
“Not something I’m worried about, sugar.” I help him by lifting my hips as he takes the offending pair of shorts off me.