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)
His smirk dies when I cup his hard, bulging erection, caressing through his shorts. Knowing what is underneath the material is enough to work me into a frenzy.
The urgent need to taste him fills my mouth and I lower to my knees, urging him to lift. He tilts his hips, giving me enough room to pull them away.
His cock lurches, the long, thick, velvety smooth skin stretched tight with the glistening of the silver metal pierced through the skin.
I’ve never been fond of blow-jobs. It’s an intimacy that didn’t come naturally. Until now. Having Major in my mouth is all I can think about. I lick my lips, salivating to get him.
So fucking hot.
In an instant, I’m in the air, his hands at my armpits, hefting me onto his lap.
“Glad you think it’s hot, baby.”
“Did I say that out loud?”
“Right as you were about to take me in your mouth.”
“Why’d you stop me?”
“Because that look on your face, knowing how it would feel, watching your pink lips glide over me—I’d fucking blow.”
His hand goes between my legs, fingers sliding along my slick folds.
I straddle him, rolling back and forth, moaning at the friction building.
“You have two seconds before I take over,” he growls, squeezing my hips.
I position him, moaning as my body adjusts. Friday morning seems like a lifetime ago since feeling this.
A spasm of pleasure ricochets through my veins.
“Jesus, fuck, baby, I gotta move.” He thrusts up.
My eyes drop to where we’re joined, and my inner walls clench reflexively. His enormous body, toned and tan skin next to my paler shade. The planes of muscles trailing down to where he disappears inside me.
A sense of power washes through me, my hips grinding to meet his thrusts. I lean in, threading my fingers through his hair, and brace my elbows on his shoulders.
He rams up as I drive down, moving in sync. His hands cup my breasts, tugging and twisting my nipples in the same rhythm.
Another spasm races from head to toe. All too soon, my breaths come in gasps, the smell of sex and the sounds of our bodies connecting filling the room.
Carnal need turns in the pit of my stomach, knots constricting as I get closer and closer.
His eyes heat, holding me hostage as I pick up speed.
“Get there, let me see you.”
“I want you.”
I clutch at his hair, tugging his mouth to mine. His breath fans my lips as his hips shift and he plunges, his piercing scraping deliciously deep.
With each stroke, he hits the heavenly spot. “Major—”
“Give it to me.”
Fireworks explode, taking me over the edge. I scream his name, the orgasm ripping through me.
He pounds harder from below, my screams growing hoarse. Waves after waves of pleasure roll into each other.
“Give me another.” He hammers harder.
I want to tell him it’s impossible until a series of mini-spasms begin and it builds again.
“Look at me.”
At this moment, he does exactly what he vowed to do. All the drama and pain dissolve, wiping away the bad. Possession, desire, and lust reflect.
An expression reserved for me.
This is so much more than sex. I am totally and irrevocably his.
He pumps faster, a coiling unraveling up my spine. I grind on him, welcoming the bliss now racing through my bloodstream.
His mouth crashes to mine, swallowing my screams as I shatter, tremors taking over.
He’s with me, thickening and convulsing, emptying inside me with a loud rumble.
Outside of the other night, I’ve never felt the closeness of a man with no barrier. The feel of him pulsing inside kindles my sense of possession.
“Every time, Julianna.” He breaks away, sliding his lips across mine, repeating his declaration from earlier.
“Me too.”
“What’s wrong now?” Tom bellows from behind.
“She’s mourning.” Harley chirps giddily. “Major’s back on night shift. This is her first night without him.”
“Shut up. It’s not mourning; it’s adapting.”
“Wait until you get home and he’s not there for you to… ahem… cuddle with. That’s when you adapt.”
My cheeks burn at the look of horror on Tom’s face. There’s no missing her innuendo. He snaps back quickly, grunting, “That mean the reserved stools will have actual paying customers tonight?”
I roll my eyes. He’s full of shit. “All of them are paying customers. It’s you who offers everything on the house.”
“We have a special guest. Dad talked Hotch into coming out for a drink. Leave Rowan and her mother alone for a while,” Harley informs him.
His face goes hard. Tom’s time on the force brought him face to face with many victims of violence. He’s only met Rowan a few times, but the news of her assault woke his protective instincts.
“That man doesn’t pay for anything tonight. Whatever he wants, you give it to him.” He storms off to the stockroom.
“Such a softie.”
A group of regulars sits, and I start on their drinks. In the four days since we’ve been back, I’ve kept busy. Between work, Tom’s, and nights with Major, my schedule is full. In the few instances of downtime, my mind has been muddied with thoughts of Darla and Rowan.