Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 135955 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 680(@200wpm)___ 544(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135955 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 680(@200wpm)___ 544(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
“I can’t believe this! Stop marking me like a dog pissing on his property.”
I raise my eyes to the mirror and find Jewls standing behind me with her hands on her hips and a scowl on her face. It’s a look I know well.
“At least, my dress covers my legs. But what am I supposed to do about this?” She jabs her finger at her collarbone where a light purplish circle mars the skin. “I can’t even wear a scarf.”
I go back to shaving my jawline, trying to keep my lips from curling. “Wear a turtleneck.”
“I can’t wear a turtleneck in April! It’s an outdoor party.”
“So, let’s skip the party.” I shrug indifferently.
Her eyes pop, and she beats her head lightly against the door. “Stay away from the bad boys, they say. Meet a nice guy, bonus if he’s handsome, they say… Fall in love with the safety, they say… Make a life together and live out your years, they say…”
I lean into the vanity, crossing my arms, interested in where she’s going with this.
“Did I listen? No! I fall in love with an overbearing badass who’s covered in tattoos, has no regard for personal boundaries—like leaving hickeys on my neck, and who’s anything but safe!”
My heart hammers in my chest. It’s the first time she’s even uttered the word love since the night of the party. I gave her time, not willing to push the issue, and willing to wait until she was ready.
I’m done waiting.
I make it to her in two strides, folding her into me where she’s forced to look up.
“Am I handsome?”
“No. You’re hot. Like head-turning, scorch-my-eyeballs, panty-melting H-O-T.”
“Your panties melting now?” I skim my hand over her hip, bunching her dress until my hand cups her ass over the silky material.
“No, I’m pissed at you.” Her answer comes out raspy.
“You fall in love with an overbearing badass who’s covered in tattoos?”
She realizes her words and the green sheen of her eyes goes translucent. “I-I-I didn’t mean… You know I did.”
“You scared to say it?”
She nods.
“I’ll wait, but I’m not scared. I love you, Julianna.”
Her eyes close, and she blows out a breath, nuzzling into my chest. “No more hickeys,” she pauses, “that are visible.”
There’s my wildcat.
“No promises. I enjoy seeing my mark on you. It makes it all more real that you’re mine.”
“You sound barbaric.”
“Baby, that mark is a reminder. A reminder of sliding inside you. Your pussy pulling me deep, coating me with your heat. Skin to skin, nothing between us, and knowing it will always be that way. Watching you take me, your gorgeous body riding my dick—giving as good as you take. Your silky hair wound in my fist, the soft whimpers the closer you get. The way your tits bounced against my chest, tight nipples teasing me. I had all I could take, and when you flew apart with my name on your lips, I exploded. The overwhelming need to taste you took over. If you think it’s barbaric, doesn’t bother me.”
Her gaze comes back to me, and my cock is instantly hard. It doesn’t matter I fucked her ten minutes ago in the shower, I’m ready to go again.
She licks her lips, loosening the towel at my waist and wrapping her hand around my shaft.
“It makes me as crazy as you, but I find that wildly romantic. Your assertive nature must be rubbing off on me.”
“Lose the panties and jump up. I’ll rub off in you.”
Her nails scale over my piercing, twisting and tugging until I lurch in her hand.
“That’s a tempting suggestion, but I promised Harley I’d help.”
“We’ll both help after I fuck you.”
She smiles, stroking me gently.
“And afterward, when you’re done fucking me, what am I supposed to wear?”
“It’s an impromptu cook out. Wear one of my t-shirts and shorts.” At this point, I’m ready to say fuck it to the party and keep her in bed.
“Raven is coming. The band will be here. Jay, Charlie, all the guys, their wives… This is our first event as a couple. I can’t wear a t-shirt and shorts.”
At the mention of the band, my possessive instincts kick in. “Keep the dress on. Nate and Cooper see my mark, maybe they’ll know to keep their eyes to themselves.”
“They’re harmless.”
“They want to fuck you.”
“They want to fuck everyone. It’s their lifestyle.”
“You’re off their radar.”
“Tsk, tsk, tsk… so grumpy. Maybe you need a little something….”
She slides down my body, kissing along my stomach, before closing her mouth around my dick.
“Shit.”
Her tongue plays with the metal, then runs up and down the skin. She tightens her jaw, swallowing until I hit the back of her throat. My fingers thread through her hair and cup her head. She peers up, and it takes everything in me not to drop to my knees. Slowly, she twirls her tongue at the same time she bobs up and down.