On the Wild Side (The Wilds of Montana #4) Read Online Kristen Proby

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Chick Lit, Sports, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: The Wilds of Montana Series by Kristen Proby
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Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 95273 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
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“So, what do I do here?”

“The fact that your hands are wrapped around it is a great start.” He swallows hard and covers my hands with one of his. “You move up and down, like this.”

He guides my hands up and down his shaft, and more precum beads on the tip, so I lick it off, and Brady growls.

“No?”

“Hell yes,” he counters. “You can lick me, suck me, whatever you want, sweetheart.”

So, I try it again. I lick him, enjoying the saltiness on my tongue and the way it jerks when I swirl around the ridge of the tip. I take that tip inside my mouth and experiment with brushing my tongue over it, and Brady growls again.

I think that means that I’m doing something right.

“Hell, Abs.” He swallows hard. “Look up at me.”

I do and find his eyes on fire as he watches me, his jaw clenched.

“I like the way you look with my cock in your mouth.”

Oh, that makes me very happy. It seems I’m a fan of praise because that fills me with sunshine and makes me want to continue, working for more words of affection from him.

I take him deeper, and when I can feel him at the back of my throat, I swallow, but I don’t gag. His hand fists in my hair again, and the tug pulls at my core.

I want him.

But first, I want to play with him.

“Fucking hell,” he groans when I grip on with my lips and pull up, coming off of him with a loud pop.

Suddenly, I’m on my feet, my back against the drop barrel, and Brady is tugging my jeans down my legs, where they get caught on my boots, and we both laugh as I have to work my way out of the boots and then the jeans.

“Winter sucks,” Brady says with a laugh and then boosts me up, wrapping my legs around his hips. “Ah shit, no condoms out here.”

“I have the birth control covered,” I whisper in his ear, and before I can say anymore, he’s inside of me, and we’re both gasping. “Yes. Yes, yes, yes.”

“God, you take me so well.” He bites the side of my neck, hammering into me as if he’s a man possessed. “Seeing your mouth on me almost fucking killed me.”

“I plan to do it more later. I need a lot of practice.”

He half laughs, half groans, and I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him, my tongue tangling with his.

I feel the orgasm building in me, moving through me, and suddenly, he’s coming with me, rocking into me, and we’re clinging to each other as we fall over the edge into insanity.

Being invited over to Chase and Summer’s to spend time with all the siblings and have dinner the next day was a welcome surprise.

I’m desperate to talk to my friends about recent…developments.

And I just love Summer and Chase’s new house on the lake. Now that we’re in the heart of winter, that lake is frozen over, and it looks so pretty covered in snow with the mountains in the background.

They definitely chose the most amazing spot to build their home.

“I’m gonna win,” Jake calls to the little kids as he leads them outside for a snowman-building contest.

“No way, we will,” Holly counters as they run after him as fast as they can in all the layers of clothing, closing the door behind them.

The guys are out in Chase’s shop, admiring his latest woodworking project, so it’s just the five of us women left, and Summer is pouring chocolate-peppermint martinis into glasses.

Polly’s is a virgin drink, but she doesn’t mind at all, and Summer is sticking with water.

“Cheers,” Millie says, as we all clink glasses and then take a sip. “Oh, that’s good stuff.”

“I heard a rumor,” Summer says, immediately jumping into the gossip, and we all lean in closer. “About our very own Millie Wild.”

“What?” Millie blinks and then frowns. “I haven’t done anything scandalous.”

“I heard,” Summer continues, “that your vehicle was parked at Bridger Blackwell’s house last night.”

Millie rolls her eyes at that. “For fuck’s sake. I am not screwing around with Bridger, of all people. He’s just a friend.”

“Uh-huh,” Polly replies with a knowing smile. “Only a super-hot firefighter. The fire chief. And, in my humble opinion, the sexiest of the Blackwells, but they’re all mighty fine, if you ask me.”

“I don’t know, Brooks is hot,” Erin says, shaking her head.

“Have you guys seen Beckett?” I fan my face. “What is it about the ranch guys, anyway?”

“I can’t go to the doctor if Blake’s working,” Summer confesses. “He’s too hot, and I’ll just embarrass myself.”

“Okay, so we’ve established that the Blackwell brothers are sexy,” Millie says, laughing. “But I’m not sleeping with any of them.”

“Shame,” I say with a sigh. “Because as the newest citizen of Pound Town, I can assure you that you’re missing out.”


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