Primed (Getting Dirty #2) Read Online Tory Baker

Categories Genre: Novella, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Getting Dirty Series by Tory Baker
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Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24631 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
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I’m just settling in to watch a new Halloween movie when there’s a knock at my door.

“That’s weird.” I climb out of my cozy spot on the couch and put my coffee down, which sucks because if it gets cold, I’ll have to nuke it in the microwave. I’m that weird person who hates cold coffee, unless I order it iced. I’m not sure what the difference is. It’s just how I like it.

I’m making my way to the door when I hear another knock. “Hold your horses, I’m coming.” I finally make it to the door, look through the peephole, and my breath leaves me.

There’s no freaking way I’m seeing what is in front of my eyes. I don’t even care that I’m still in my pajama shorts, which are not cute at all. They’re last year’s Christmas set, with ‘Ho, Ho, Ho’ written all over the bottoms. A joke from Peyton. Bridger almost blew a fuse when he saw us girls wearing them. It was the best. My spaghetti strap top isn’t much better. I mean, there is no support for my girls, but that doesn’t stop me from turning the locks and throwing the door open.

“You aren’t yet, but you will be,” Jasper states matter-of-factly. He’s standing before me, a baseball hat on his head, curls sneaking out under the edge, eyes bright, but I can see he’s still dragging ass and hasn’t slept. The white cotton shirt is hugging his body, and the dark-wash jeans that have seen better days cling to his lower body. All of that should be the thing that has me jumping into his arms. It’s not though. Oh no, what has me leaping into his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist, is the way he looks at me. Jasper shows me everything he’s thinking with his facial expression.

“Oh my God, what are you doing here?” I question while peppering his face with kisses. His feet are planted firmly on the ground as his big hands sneak under my shorts. I can feel every callus on his work-roughened fingers as he squeezes, almost pulling the globes of my ass apart before bringing them back together. It takes me a second, but once I realize he’s standing and rubbing his length against my pussy, I am all freaking in.

“Had a break in a line, equipment is down, and we’re waiting for a part. I probably only have two or three days, max.” His voice is deep and husky. All it does is make me need him even more. The calls, the texts, the sex we’ve had over the phone, it’s not enough.

“That sucks, not that I’m complaining. This is the best surprise ever. Care to take me to bed, Mr. Knight?” I wiggle my eyebrows to let him know just what I want. Everything else forgotten. The fact I’m wearing the worst clothes ever, my hair is a mess of craziness, hell, my teeth aren’t even brushed.

“Of fucking course. You have anything you need to do today before I sink inside you?”

“Shit, fuck, damn. I need to be at the shop in two hours to make the deposit. I gave your mom the weekend off.” I’m not at all upset about that. It’s more the fact that I’ll have to take time out of the few days we have together.

“Already taken care of. Called Mom the minute I got off work to see if she’d be around this weekend to help out.” This man, there’s no way he’s real. Jasper is so much more than anything I could ever hope for. Even when Peyton, Rowen, Berkley, and I were little girls, making notes of what we wanted out of a man, all of us sitting around playing with our Barbies and Ken dolls, talking about who we’d marry and how they’d be personality wise. I have to say, Jasper checks off way more than my eight-year-old self could have ever seen coming.

“You’re perfect,” I mumble, partly because he’s striding inside my apartment, me clinging to him like an octopus, the other because I finally have Jasper’s mouth on mine. He’s dominating my body with every purpose of his being. He’s not gentle, and for that I’m thankful. There’s no way this can be slow and sweet, not this time at least.

The door slams shut, then I’m pushed up against it as Jasper’s body frames mine.

“Not perfect, wildflower, just yours. I’m selfish at that. All I could think about was getting to you and having you right here and now.” He rocks his hips. I’m silently cursing the clothes that are stopping him from being deep inside me.

“You’re perfect for me, though,” I respond in between his kisses. There’s no way to find the words to describe what Jasper is doing with his mouth. He nips at my upper lip before diving in again. It’s enough to make me gasp, and this time it’s me who grinds my hips into his.


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