Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
I didn't have to tell him twice. He tucked tail and ran like the little bitch he is. I followed him out, just to make sure he didn't try any bullshit before he was off the property.
And made it back inside just in time to find my girl trying to give me a damn heart attack in that bikini. She looks like a goddess, and I'm not the only one who thinks so. I've been mean-mugging these little pricks for the last hour, trying to give her time to do her thing.
But her time is up. If she isn't in my truck, heading back to her house soon, I'm going to have my hands all over her in front of everyone at this party. They can listen while she screams my name. Maybe then they'll stop staring like they want what belongs to me.
"You're blocking the sun, Zion," she says sweetly, shielding her eyes with one hand to look up at me.
"I'm aware. But when you shine that bright, not even my shadow darkens it, Makenzie." I crook my finger. "It's time to go. You're burning."
"I'm not ready to go."
She's toying with me. She was ready to go as soon as we pulled up out front. I don't think this is her scene anymore than it's mine. But she had a job to do and a point to make and she was hell bent on doing both. Now, she's done. It's time to go.
"Either you come willingly, or I carry you out over my shoulder. Your choice."
"You wouldn't."
"Try me, baby."
She hesitates for a brief moment before practically launching herself out of the lounger. Her pretty little eyes spit fire at me as she wraps the towel around herself, bristling like a pissed off little kitten.
She hates being told what to do. Yet she does it anyway.
I shouldn't love that nearly as much as I do considering those goddamn heels are sharp enough to be fatal.
She brushes past me, muttering something I can't hear.
I hook my arm around her waist, dragging her up against my body before she can get far. My lips settle against her ear. "If you're going to insult me, at least speak loud enough for me to appreciate that smart mouth, beautiful."
I don't know if she does it on purpose, if she forgot my earlier threat, or if she's just as fucking turned on as I've been all day. But as soon as my hands land on her bare skin, she makes that sound again. The one that makes my dick hard enough to pound steel.
"Zion."
Christ, that whimper.
I scoop her into my arms with a low oath, ignoring the catcalls and whistles all around us. Fuck everyone here. If she's not coming for me in the next five minutes, I'll be making an entirely different kind of scene today.
I storm back inside the house, ignoring every look thrown our way. Let them look. Let them see my hands on her perfect body and the way she's clinging to me like she doesn't want to let me go.
She's mine, goddammit. All fucking mine.
I drag her into the nearest room with a door, slamming it closed behind us. Shelves line the walls with canned goods and nonperishables stacked up high. A pantry, then. It'll do.
"What—?"
I pin her against the door, claiming her mouth like I've wanted to do all fucking day. She tastes like sin and kisses like magic. Christ Almighty. She's going to have me on my knees, pleading for mercy. But I'll enjoy every filthy minute of it.
I lick inside her mouth, coaxing her tongue out to play with mine. She makes that damn sound again, so I do what any sane man would do. I drag her legs around my hips and dry hump her like my life depends on it.
Right now, I think it might.
"Zion," she moans, pulling the short strands of my hair. "Wh-what–?"
"What am I doing to you?" I finish for her when she can't. "Giving you what you've been asking for all day, angel baby." I grind my hips into hers, making sure I hit her sweet spot with the hard ridge of my erection. "You need to come. You'll do it on me."
"I…I…" She tries to deny that's what she's been after before she gives up, unable to tell me a lie. We both know that's precisely what's had her ready to crawl out of her skin all day. She's wanted me since she found me on her porch this morning. Except she's too modest to say it.
I'm not.
I slip my hand between us, flicking the tiny scrap of her bikini bottom to the side. She's burning hot against my fingers, her bare pussy already dripping.
"Oh, baby," I breath, running my thumb up her slit. "Did wearing this little thing to piss me off make you this wet?"