Midnight Confessions – Midnight Falls Texas Read Online Tory Baker

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Novella Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27627 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
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Whereas yesterday she only had a few pencils, today the cupholder is overfilling with multiple colored pencils, and there are more forms taking shape. It looks a lot like fall with its vivid oranges, yellows, and reds.

“Water, please.” The coffee I had earlier today is long gone, and I need something right about now.

“Of course. You want a snack, too?” Genevieve asks, unclipping her seatbelt to head to the back seat. Damn it, I should have known she couldn’t reach back there. I’m in the right lane, so I slow down because luck is on my side; there’s a rest area.

“Woman, sit your ass down. I’ll park, and you can get what we want.” One thing I’ve learned about Genny is that while she’s got a strong independent streak at times, she’s also submissive and willingly gives in when I push for it.

“Thank god. My ass hurts from sitting so much.” She re-clicks her seatbelt, then starts to put all her drawing pencils into a pouch and closes her sketchbook. This rest area is quiet for it being the early afternoon. Usually, these types of places along the interstates will be packed full of families having picnics, stopping to use the restroom, and looking to see what the area offers for things to do.

“You want me to help make it better, sweetheart?” I tease once we’re in the parking area for semi trucks. The other areas are too damn small for the gooseneck trailer, and the last thing I want is my ass end to be sticking out. Someone might not to be paying attention and wreck both of our vehicles.

“Maybe later. The last time your hands were on my ass, a whole lot of other things happened. I’m thinking neither of us wants someone to walk by while you’re making me come.” I groan at the idea of having her on a flat surface where no one can interrupt us and this time I can taste Genevieve and do a whole lot more as long as she’s ready. Another conversation we’ll have soon enough. This morning after our talk, she cleaned up and then got ready to get our day started. It didn’t really leave a lot of time for us to have a more of an in-depth discussion, and I didn’t want to discuss this when I’m going nearly eighty miles an hour down the interstate.

“That’s happening again. Next time with no clothes,” I promise her. My hand moves to the back of her neck, and I pull her closer to me. I’ve yet to have my fill of her lips on mine. Earlier this morning, it was because of the fact I hadn’t shaved and I didn’t want to mar her pretty skin. I could tell she was hesitant even after I took care of my scruff, probably due to the fact she hadn’t brushed her teeth. I didn’t give a goddamn, and I more than proved it. Genevieve got so into it, she damn near climbed my body. I didn’t break the kiss either; I held the fuck on, dominated her mouth with mine, and dug my hands into the flesh of her ass as she looped her legs around my waist. The only thing that interrupted us was the knocking on the door with a voice on the other side announcing, “Room service.” It took a minute for us to catch our breath and for me to adjust my never-ending hard-on.

“Promise?” Her eyes lower to my lips as I drag my tongue along them.

“Fuck yeah, sweetheart. Fuck yeah.” I tighten my hold on her neck, pulling Genny closer, and fuse my mouth to hers. There’s nothing soft and sweet about this kiss; it’s full of pent-up need, built-up frustration, and a fuck ton of desire. Her hands travel up the length of my chest, the tips of her fingers digging into the muscle, and I know this is going somewhere. Maybe not sex or either of us getting off, but I’m not stopping. I hit the button on her seatbelt, do the same to mine before hitting the lever on the side of my seat, then slide it backward as I drag Genevieve up and over the center console.

“Amos,” she sighs against my lips, straddling my waist. I’m damning the jeans I’m wearing and the leggings she’s got on. I arch my hips into her center while chasing her lips. My hands follow the slope of her back while hers are staying in my hair, tugging at the ends as she rocks her hips along the length of my dick. Instead of a permanent zipper impression, I’m going to have shit rubbed raw from my jeans.

“Fuck, you go to my head faster than a shot of whiskey, Genevieve.” She’s got her head tipped back, body arched, and my hands move downward. I lift her shirt out of my way, then slide downwards until I’ve got my palms full of her ass.


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