Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 13829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 69(@200wpm)___ 55(@250wpm)___ 46(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 13829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 69(@200wpm)___ 55(@250wpm)___ 46(@300wpm)
“You don’t need to say anything baby. It is what I was meant to do. Take care of you.” When she throws herself into my arms, I know I have found my calling.
Chapter Six
Winona
With my arms warped around his neck I breathe in his fresh scent and close my eyes. Something about the lemony woodsy scent makes me feel at home. “I can’t believe it!” I say into his ear. Never has anyone done anything so wonderful for me. Well aside from my sister putting her life on hold to raise me and make sure I was okay.
“Believe it, kitten. This is only the beginning.” His voice drops and becomes heavy while his breathing picks up against my neck. “Are you ready to go to our for now home, baby?” Pulling back slightly but not releasing my grip on him, I lick my lips watching his eyes follow its path. My body begins to buzz, anticipation lighting the way and suddenly I am needy and achy.
“Yes, Raylan. I’m ready.” It has a double meaning and the way his eyes lower I know he gets it. Nodding his head, he says nothing as he puts me on my feet, kisses the tip of my nose and holds out his hand. Any second thoughts flee when I put my hand in his and follow him to our future.
In the car I have hundreds of questions zooming through my head. Questions about him, his family, his life. I want to know what he likes to read, what kind of movies he loves and if he loves animals as much as I do. Just because he is a vet doesn’t mean he wants them. Although he is building me an animal sanctuary so maybe.. “Are you alright?” he asks, putting his hand on mine. I look up and smile nodding.
“Yeah. Just..still can’t believe all of this.” I tell him. Just then gates open in front of us and once again I feel like I am in a fairytale. “Is this your house?” I ask him practically climbing the dashboard to look through the car window.
“Our house, Winona. Ours.” A lone tear slips down my face when I meet his serious one. “Say it, kitten. I want to hear the words.” I can’t help the blush that creeps across my cheeks at his demand and how my body responds to it.
“Our house.” I whisper trying to catch my breath. Everytime I look at him, oxygen escapes my body.
“Good girl.” He gets out of the car and rips my door open. Before I can ask if he is alright he has me out of it, in his arms and is walking inside. I don’t get a second to admire or take it all in. He is on the stairs taking what feels like ten at time. “Fuck I wish I had the willpower to take my time with you, baby,” I watch in amusement as he fights with this tie trying to get it undone. “But I have been waiting months for this moment, Winona. Do you have any idea how crazy I was waiting for you, watching you?” Oh God. I rub my thighs together, his words have a direct impact on my clit. This feeling of having someone out of their mind for you is new to me and my body seems to love it.
“No. Tell me.” The brave words leave my mouth shocking myself but then again from the moment he came into the shelter yesterday and put that ring on my finger practically telling me he would have no matter what, I have felt..reborn or broken open. Depends on how you look at it. For sure I have felt braver. Safer.
With my newfound bravado, I begin to strip. I start small, first with my gloves and scarf and then my coat. His eyes track every movement I make, memorizing them and hungry for more. Satisfied I have his attention, I remove my shoes and bend at the waist. I stop for a second, doubts and insecurity creeping in for a second before he growls. “Don’t stop, kitten. Don’t get shy on me know.” He shows me he likes it by adjusting his ample bulge in his unzipped pants. I swallow really not sure now because that thing looks like it is going to split me in two. “It will fit.” he says, reading the expression on my face. Slowly I work my damp sticky panties down my thighs, embarrassed but also proud to have them leave a trail of honey on my skin proving to me I can be a real woman. Carefully I step out of them and hold on my finger. I aim to drop them when he growls at me once more. “Give them to me.” he commands, his nostrils flaring.