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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“Shit, I forgot to call you.” I bury my nose in her hair and kiss her head. “I’m not hurt. When I was finished, Ryan was waiting at the airport to bring me home, and all I could think about was getting here.”

“Next time, a text would be nice because I’ve been going out of my goddamn mind.”

I tip her face up and kiss her lips softly. “I’m sorry, baby.”

“Apology accepted.” She grins and opens her robe, revealing that she’s completely naked underneath, and my mouth goes dry. “Come to bed. It’s late.”

She moves for the bed, and I close the door, making sure it’s locked. When I turn back, already pulling my shirt out of my jeans, she’s shucked the robe and is lying on her side, head braced on her hand, watching me lazily.

“Were you happy with your ride?” she asks as I strip out of my clothes. Fuck me, I can’t get naked fast enough.

“That’s going to be my question in about twenty minutes.”

She tips her head back and laughs and then sighs when I take one nipple into my mouth as my hand journeys up the inside of her thigh.

“Lie back, baby. Let me make you crazy.”

She doesn’t argue. She shifts to her back, and her fingers dive into my hair as I kiss down her torso, headed for the promised land.

And when my mouth lands on her core, she arches, lifting her perfect tits in the air, and I spend the next few minutes wrapped up in making her come with my mouth.

With one finger inside of her, I can feel her start to quake, and I immediately move up the bed and cover her with wet kisses.

“I missed you,” I whisper into her ear, grinning when her hands land on my ass, urging me to push inside of her. “I fucking missed you so much, and I thought of exactly this more than I should have.”

“Brady,” she whispers into my ear. “I need you.”

I push just the tip inside and growl against the skin of her neck. One touch, one inch, and I’m ready to explode.

“More,” she says, and I give her what she wants, seating myself fully inside of her until we’re both moaning in satisfaction.

“You have to be quiet, baby,” I remind her with a grin. “We don’t want to wake up a certain someone.”

“Your fault,” she says and bites my chin. Her hands are everywhere, and I know that if she keeps touching me the way she is, I won’t last another minute.

“Hands on the headboard.”

She frowns, and I lift an eyebrow, and then I pull out of her and quickly move to the side of the bed, reach for her robe, and pull the belt off of it before returning to her.

Those gorgeous blue eyes flare with interest.

Abbi’s just full of sexy-as-fuck surprises.

When she mentioned the ropes the other night, it was all I could do not to carry her off caveman-style to fuck her senseless.

If she wants to play, we can play.

Without having to ask, Abbi touches the insides of her wrists together, holding them out to me willingly with so much trust and love in her eyes, it’s almost more than I can bear.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I murmur against her lips before kissing her, and then I wrap the satin belt around her wrists and secure them to the wrought-iron headboard with a knot that I can easily pull free if she needs or wants me to. “You’re in charge here, Blue Eyes. Don’t forget that.”

“This is sexy,” she says and licks her lips. “And totally new. I don’t want to know if it’s new for you.”

I kiss her again. No, it’s not new to me, but it’s new with her, and that’s all that matters.

“Do you like it when I’m in control, Abbi?”

“Yes.” There’s no hesitation in her voice.

“Good.” Now that she’s lying before me, spread out for my pleasure, I move up to push my cock between her tits, watching her closely for any sign that she doesn’t like this.

But this little vixen just sticks her tongue out, asking for the tip of my cock.

Who am I to deprive my girl of what she needs?

I offer her the tip, and she licks greedily, pulling on the belt for leverage to get more of me in her mouth. I reach back and circle her clit with my finger; that little patch of nerves sends her body writhing, moaning around the crown of my cock.

“What a good girl,” I croon, and those eyes burn as she stares up at me. I never realized that giving praise was my kink until the first time the words good girl slipped out, and she came apart at the seams with the words.

She loves it.

And I’ll give it to her every single time.


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