Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 64910 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64910 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
There was literally nowhere that people weren’t around.
This place was hopping, and I was honestly surprised we’d gotten in as fast as we had. But Wake had suggested the place and also told us to drop his name. Which we had.
And we’d gotten right in, surprisingly.
Wake obviously knew the owners.
“Come on, darlin’,” he urged, bumping me with his hip when I’d stayed behind. “We gotta move.”
I jumped into step behind him, not quite ducking my head, but not making eye contact out of habit.
I passed so many people.
As in, four or five times the amount that’d been there when we’d arrived.
“Geez,” I said as we finally pulled free of the crowd. “This joint is extremely popular.”
“This place is nice,” he said. “On the beach on a corner lot. You see the Gulf on one side and bay on the other. And it’s a small place that barely fits anyone in it. It looks busier than it actually is.”
He had a point.
Still, even more people were hanging out in the parking lot by their cars.
By the time we made it to the X7, I was a little more freaked out.
I didn’t like crowds. Never had, never would.
And to distract myself, I watched Bram’s ass move in his pants as he walked in front of me.
“Your chariot, my lady,” he teased as he opened my door for me.
I rolled my eyes but settled them on the bulge in his pants.
He wasn’t hard. The jeans had pretty much exemplified his assets, too. As in, they left a nice sized bulge due to their tightness.
He closed the door once my feet were inside the SUV, and I was thinking about how I was going to peel those pants off of him later when he got in and shut the door.
Then he pulled the skillet out of his jacket and set it down in my lap.
“Bram!” I cried out. “You criminal.”
He leaned back in his seat and burst out laughing.
That’s when I couldn’t stop myself anymore.
I all but crawled over the console, planted myself in his lap, and kissed the hell out of him, somehow hitting the lock button as I’d moved.
The kiss started to get a bit out of control when he started to slowly push my long dress up.
“We’re in a parking lot, Bram Crow,” I teased, nipping his lip. “With about half the population of Florida in attendance.”
He grumbled something under his breath, his fingers continuing to delve under the yards of fabric to get to bare skin.
Did I mention it was a really long, stretchy T-shirt dress?
It looked absolutely adorable on and covered every single inch of my body from chest to toes.
“Except that we have really tinted windows,” he said. “And nobody will know what we’re doing in here. They can speculate, but they won’t know.”
“And when the Beemer starts rocking?” I asked. “Will they know then?”
“Again, speculation.” He caught the skin of my neck between his teeth, then sucked lightly.
I hissed, unable to stop myself from rocking against his erection.
I threaded my fingers through his overly long hair and started to kiss my way down his neck.
My belly, which was now starting to get in the way, pressed against his, causing him to practically curve himself around me.
He moved his hand to my ass and froze.
“Baby,” he rumbled against my neck. “You’re not wearing panties.”
I wasn’t.
I’d had them on earlier, but I’d taken them off in the bathroom because they were just barely on the verge of too tight.
They’d been digging into my hips, and I’d been hyper fixating on them and the way they felt.
So I’d taken them off.
In no way had I planned for this particular moment, but it’d turned out perfectly, nonetheless.
“My ass is bigger,” I told him. “They were killing me on the long ride over here. So I took them off when I went to the bathroom that first time.”
His hands squeezed my ample ass that his sperm had a contribution in making, then started to rip his jeans apart.
I laughed when he cursed and lifted up to give him some room to get his cock out.
Which he did in the next second.
“You sure you want to do this right here with…” I trailed off when he all but yanked me down onto his hard cock.
He’d barely gotten it out of his pants before he was filling me with it.
“Jesus Christ!” I cried out, unable to help the shock that stole over me.
Bram was not a small man. No way, no how. He’d never been one, actually.
He’d always, always made sure I was ready first. But holy hell, not this time.
And it was delicious.
My head fell back, and I groaned as I stilled on top of him, unable to make myself move due to the intrusion, but loving every fucking second of it.
Bram was never out of control with me.