Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 118780 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 594(@200wpm)___ 475(@250wpm)___ 396(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 118780 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 594(@200wpm)___ 475(@250wpm)___ 396(@300wpm)
Satisfaction races through my veins as I continue to lick until she’s quaking.
Slowly, I pull away, removing my shorts and kneeling between her legs. The look on her face hits straight to my soul, branding me.
Trust, love, safety, and strength, all mixed with a glow that threatens to bring me down.
When her hand closes over my cock, it lurches, bringing me out of my trance.
I cover her palm and stroke a few times, letting her twirl my piercing, before guiding inside her.
The flaw in my plan becomes painfully obvious. I reach for her hips and rip the sides from her bikini, yanking the material from between us and tossing it.
“Ford, that bathing suit—”
“Was in my fucking way.” I close my mouth over hers. “Hold my eyes, baby. Let me watch you.”
She does, her breath coming in quick puffs as I thrust into her over and over. Sweat beads on my neck and chest, electric sensations shooting up and down my spine.
The room fills with sex as her muscles clamp down, pulling me in with every stroke. Her ankles lock around my waist, shifting the angle. The instant my cock hits deep, her eyes roll back and she moans, “God, yes.”
Blood scorches through my veins, needing more. “Come for me again.”
She grips the sheets and arches her neck, letting out a long purr that has me fighting to hold on. I slow, giving her time to recover, and when she looks at me, I almost blow right then. The crystal blue holds me captive.
“I want on top.” Her grip on my dick almost pulls me under until I flip, repositioning her.
She sucks in a breath, bracing on my stomach, and moves. I watch in fascination as her tits bounce in the red top, my mouth begging to suck them until she’s coming apart again.
“Balls deep inside you, watching you ride my dick like a fucking vixen, and fighting not to rip that top.”
She grins seductively, another strike to my cock, and unties the strings, letting it fall.
Her nail traces the outline of my tattoo. “You aren’t the only one who was feeling a little stabby. This body is a work of art, and every woman on the beach was salivating.”
“Didn’t notice,” I grunt, thrusting up.
“Hmmm, maybe we should put a mark on you, saying you're taken.”
“Done.” I grab her hips to get her moving again.
“Such a rush, I want to take my time.” Her nails scrape to where we’re connected and run along the base of my cock.
Fuck, Whitman, hold it together.
The glint in her gaze and quick movements tell me she knows exactly what she’s doing.
“Babe, you don’t move soon, I’ll split you in two.”
“I think I can handle you.”
She rolls and grinds, torturing me with her little sounds. When her hand snakes around to cup my balls, my control snaps. I knife up, pounding into her from below until she’s moaning. Her muscles constrict like a vise and her head drops back.
My balls tighten, and I explode, black spots filling my vision as I erupt, filling her. Tremors rock her body, causing my dick to pulse.
“We are going to the beach more often,” she rasps. “Although I’m pretty sure I saw the gates of heaven that time.”
“Shit, Rowan.” I grin against her shoulder. “Love you.”
Eventually, her body relaxes, and she moves off, going to the bathroom. I get up and throw on my shorts, opening the balcony door for some fresh air.
Two guys walking by stop and eye me approvingly. “You’re a legend,” one of them states.
A sharp jab of jealousy is replaced with satisfaction as I tip my chin their way.
They wander off right as Rowan comes out wearing one of my tees. The satisfaction rachets up at the sight of her thoroughly fucked. She picks up on my thoughts and shakes her head. “Neanderthal.”
“Can you blame me?”
“Are we ordering dinner in to avoid the absolute humiliation of everyone hearing us?”
“Probably a good idea.”
She tips her head to the ceiling and blows out a breath. “Five-star hotel on Miami Beach, and we act like uncivilized animals who can’t control ourselves.”
I give my best animal rumble and she bursts into giggles.
My phone rings and I grab it, having waited on this call all day. “Whitman.”
“Knew it wouldn’t be long before you needed us,” Sam reveals.
“You got my message?”
“Drake and I are moving some stuff around. You should have funds by next week.”
“Appreciate it.”
“How’s Miami?”
“Sunny, hot, full of predators.”
His full laugh fills the line and Rowan smiles shyly.
“Predators of the two-legged or four-legged kind?”
“What do you think?”
“Man, never understand you guys. No game…”
“That all?”
“Touch base when you get back and we’ll work out details on timelines.”
“Got it.” I disconnect and drop the phone back on the table.
“That was the twins?”
“One of them.”
“They move fast.”
“Not fast enough.”
“Ford, I just told you about the house yesterday.”