Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 17853 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 89(@200wpm)___ 71(@250wpm)___ 60(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17853 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 89(@200wpm)___ 71(@250wpm)___ 60(@300wpm)
“No need to slow down,” I assure him, and he smiles that wide smile, which has my breath catching in my throat.
John Wild has the best smile ever.
Now that we’re both naked, aroused, and panting, John spreads my legs and curses.
“Shit, I can’t slow down. I wanted to tease, to enjoy, but you’re so beautiful and so ready for me.”
“John.”
His eyes find mine, and I smile up at him. “I told you. I want you.”
His mouth latches on to a nipple, tugging and nibbling as his fingers continue to do beautiful things to my core. I’m going out of my mind, wanting him more than I’ve ever wanted anyone.
Finally, I feel him reach over, and I hear a drawer open, and then he rips open a condom.
Thank God.
Just as I’m about to offer to do that for him, he quickly protects us both and then glides inside of me, so smooth and sure, stopping when he’s buried to the hilt, and we’re both glassy-eyed and out of our minds.
“Jesus, you’re amazing,” he whispers against my mouth before kissing me hard and slow.
I grip onto his ass, urging him to start moving, and when he does, I gasp, holding on tighter.
“You’re incredible,” he says, moving faster now. “Holy shit, Joy.”
My back arches, and he covers my breast with his hand, watching me as he moves faster and harder now, rocking us both toward oblivion.
“Oh, God.”
“That’s it.” He kisses me. “That’s it, baby. Don’t hold back. Let go.”
I couldn’t stop it if I wanted to, and I definitely don’t want to.
Every muscle in my body tenses, and I feel the orgasm make its way through me. I tighten down on him, and he closes his eyes, curses under his breath, and follows me right over.
“I can’t feel my legs,” I admit, barely able to speak through the shortness of breath. It’s awesome. “Did you amputate my legs?”
“Maybe, can’t remember.” He buries his face in my throat and kisses my neck. “Doesn’t matter. We can just stay here forever.”
CHAPTER 7
JOHN
“Ithink your phone is ringing.” Joy pats me on the shoulder, and I lift my head, my brain not quite clear after that round of incredible sex. “You should answer it.”
“Yeah, okay.” I reluctantly sit up and pad naked into the kitchen, answering the phone on the wall. “Hello?”
“Hey,” Missy says. “The storm is really bad here in town. How is it out there?”
I can’t exactly tell her that I don’t know because I’ve been buried balls-deep in a beautiful woman, so I walk to the window, move the curtain, and raise an eyebrow.
“It’s bad,” I reply. “It’s good that you’re staying in town tonight.”
“Well, I was talking to Sarah Beth’s dad, and he said that I should just plan on staying the weekend since the storm isn’t supposed to lift for quite a while. So, I won’t need a ride tomorrow.”
“Okay, be sure to call the parents and fill them in so they don’t worry.”
“I will right now. I’m sorry that I won’t be home to help you with the extra chores this will pile on.”
Missy may be a normal teenager, but she’s also a damn good ranch hand.
“It’s fine,” I assure her. “I’ll grab a hand out of the bunkhouse if I need help. There isn’t much to do tonight anyway.”
“I hope that new baby filly will be okay.”
“They’re in the barn,” I reply. “They’ll be fine. Just let me know when you’re ready to come home, and I’ll come get you.”
“Thanks. See you in a few days. I’ll call Mom now.”
I hang up and drag my hand down my face. Honestly, there are a few things I should see to tonight, but I don’t want to leave Joy alone.
Not that she isn’t safe and can’t handle herself.
I just don’t want to leave her because I’m rapidly becoming addicted to her.
I make my way back down the hallway and see that Joy is lying down, curled up and softly breathing. If she’s passed out, I can hurry outside and do a couple of things really quick, then sneak back in, and she won’t even know that I was gone.
So, I reach for my jeans and start to slide them on.
“Are you trying to sneak out of your own house?”
I laugh and shake my head. “No. I have to see to a few things on the ranch since this storm is so out of control.”
“I’ll help.” She immediately stands and reaches for her own clothes.
“You don’t have to do that.”
“I know.” She pulls her sweater over her head and pushes her hair off of her face. “But I want to. You shouldn’t have to go out in the cold all by yourself. That’s not fair.”
“It’s my ranch,” I remind her. “Of course, it’s fair.”
“Do you think that I can’t help you?” There’s a challenge in her eyes now that makes me want to climb over this bed, pull her against me, and kiss the hell out of her.