Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 92636 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 463(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92636 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 463(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
He groaned and fell back against the cushion. He barely caught his breath when she slid his erection into her mouth, enclosing him in rich, wet heat. He had to see, to watch. Forcing his eyes open, he looked down to see her run her tongue up and down the length of his shaft. He threaded his hand through her hair, absorbing the silken feel and the shallow movements of her head as she licked him, tasted him. Each time she reached the top, she paused to suck at the crown before drawing him in deeper once more.
Her wet mouth and the friction of her hand built sensation on sensation. He couldn’t not move and began pumping his hips upward, thrusting himself against the back of her throat. She managed to keep up, and soon, he was boiling, ready to explode. But he wasn’t about to come alone.
He tapped the side of her cheek with his hand, and she released him with a slow, teasing withdrawal that had him shaking in his seat. She glanced up at him with wide eyes, glazed with desire. No doubt she’d enjoyed the giving, and more than anything, that fired him up.
“Get over here,” he said with a low growl.
To his surprise, she didn’t argue. She levered herself up to the couch. With one swift pull, he tore off her underwear and tossed it to the floor.
“That’s the only pair I have here!”
“We’ll figure something out later. Now come.” He patted his thighs.
She raised an eyebrow. “Condom, Mike.” Her voice sizzled with the same heat he was feeling.
“Shit.” He never forgot protection. Not knowing how he was conceived, the position pregnancy had left his mother in. The bedroom felt like it was miles away.
“But I’m on the pill,” Cara said, so quietly he almost hadn’t heard.
Relief rushed through him.
“I’m safe,” he promised her.
Her eyes lit up at his meaning.
“Me too. There’s been no one since y—”
He didn’t want to hear the end of the sentence, so he lifted her by the waist and brought her over his lap. She grabbed his shaft, placing it at her opening. Even with the light connection, he knew she was wet. Ready. Probably aching, he thought, just as he was.
Once she’d positioned her knees on either side of his thighs, he released her hips and thrust up at the same time she slammed down onto him.
“Oh God,” she moaned, the sound seeming to tear from deep inside her.
He knew what she meant. He felt her everywhere. “Ride me, baby.”
Her eyelids flew open. “Don’t call me—”
“Baby. Yeah, I’ve heard.” And he’d find out why another time.
Now he reached for her, sliding his hand over her shoulder to her neck, feeling her pulse hammering beneath her skin. “Ride me, Cara.”
He kissed her quickly, and then she was off, lifting herself up and down, milking him in slick heat, her wet sheath contracting around him with each slide up and release. She clenched him tightly, taking him higher with every slide. When their bodies met once more, she twisted her hips, clearly searching for pressure he was only too happy to give.
He slid his hands between them and found the right spot. The slightest touch and she shook violently. A loving pinch and she lit up, exploding around him.
“Oh God, oh God, Michael.”
He thrust his hips upward, slamming home, lost to thought, to reason, to anything but the incredible sensations crashing into him harder and faster until he felt his release explode inside her body.
Chapter Seven
At his sister’s request, Mike headed into The Family Restaurant, located on the edge of Serendipity, for lunch and a chat. Sam, he knew, had also been summoned. Mike made his way into the diner-like restaurant, which had been in the Donovan family for generations. Macy Donovan, the hostess, a pretty woman with light-blue eyes and dark hair, smiled at his entry and gestured toward his siblings seated in the back.
On the way, he passed tables of people he’d known forever and nodded in greeting, stopping at the Barron brothers’ table, where Ethan, the oldest; Nash, their middle brother; and Dare, his officer and the youngest sibling, were eating burgers.
“Hey,” Mike said, encompassing them all with a sweep of his gaze.
Ethan rose. “Good to see you, Mike.”
“Same.” He slapped his old acquaintance on the back.
Mike and Ethan were the same age, having gone to school together, and Dare and Sam, though a couple of years apart in age, were also now close. Back in the day, Ethan ran with a troublemaking crowd, smoking, drinking, and generally raising hell until he’d gotten himself arrested, his parents died, and he’d subsequently bailed on his brothers and Serendipity for ten years. Mike’s high school friends had been tamer but no more interested in education than Ethan’s. They’d both gotten out of town and had that in common. Ethan returned to town a year or so ago, now a millionaire who developed weapons software the government paid big money to acquire.