Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 132332 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 662(@200wpm)___ 529(@250wpm)___ 441(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 132332 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 662(@200wpm)___ 529(@250wpm)___ 441(@300wpm)
She tips her head down. “Steer implied I was getting fat last night.”
Rage drowns out all the other noises around us for a second. “He did what?”
She relays the story and I wonder if Rooster and Shelby are having a similar conversation this morning.
“Then Jiggy threatened to spill his guts on the floor and Steer left.”
“What a jackass.” I rest my hand over her belly button. “I’m sorry.”
“We were thinking he must already have his head in Tennessee since he’s moving there soon.”
“Yeah, well, pissing off all his brothers up here isn’t the smartest move. Deadbranch will probably be the first charter Priest sends Rooster to investigate when he’s on the road this summer.”
“Have you ever thought about moving to one of the other charters?”
“What? No. My whole family…everything is here.”
“I know.” She tips her head down. “I was just wondering.”
I slide my hand lower. “You know what I was wondering?”
Her hips shift as if her body knows the answer to my question. “No, what?”
“If I can make you come just by rubbing your little clit through your swimsuit.” I lean in and press a kiss to her cheek. “What do you think?”
“No,” she whispers. “I don’t want to traumatize Carter again. He just recovered from the last time he caught us out here.”
“Try again, Sunshine. He’s not home. I checked.”
“But—”
“He’s booked up at Bronze’s all day. Then headed to Bianca’s.”
A light breeze rustles through the tall pine trees, emphasizing how peaceful it is outside.
I leave my hand resting against her stomach, the tips of my fingers millimeters from the edge of her bikini bottoms. “May I?”
Her chest rises and falls faster. “May you what?”
I stroke my middle finger lightly against her soft skin, showing her exactly what I want to do. Her nipples press into hard little points against the thin white fabric. I drop my head and wrap my lips around one, sucking through the material.
She gasps. “Marcel.”
I release her nipple. “What’s it going to be, Charlotte? Under or over?” I tease my fingers along the elastic waistband and her legs fall open. “Not good enough. Say it.”
“Say what?” The corners of her mouth twitch.
I slide my hand up over her belly to cup her breast and flick my thumb over her nipple.
“Oh,” she moans.
“You want more?”
“Yes.”
I reverse direction, teasing just underneath her bottoms now.
She releases a shaky breath. “Please make me come.”
I shift my body closer, sliding my arm under her shoulders and kiss her forehead. “See? Was that so hard?”
“You’re insufferable.” She turns on her side and cups my cheek, leaning up to press her lips to mine.
I hum an encouraging noise and she parts her lips, letting me stroke my tongue against hers. My hand is trapped between her thighs now. I wriggle it free and stroke my middle finger over her mound. “Open,” I order against her lips.
She shifts, planting her foot against the cushion and lifts her knee, giving me access. I still take my time, lazily sliding one finger over her bottoms, tracing her slit through the material.
Her kisses deepen. The little noises coming from her throat increase. It takes so much to unravel Charlotte but once I finally do, it’s always so beautiful.
“Over or under?” I ask, dipping my finger under the elastic.
“God, I don’t care. Just don’t stop touching me.”
For a few lazy minutes, I slowly stroke up and down. Each time my finger slides up, I graze her clit, applying more and more pressure. At the next touch, she gasps.
“Now you’re ready.”
“Uh-huh.” She nods and strokes her fingers over my cheek.
I slide my fingers under her bikini bottoms. My hand’s bigger than the damn thing and stretches the material tight, but I don’t want to stop touching her, and somehow, it’s hotter this way. She’s all smooth, soft skin underneath. No familiar landing strip of hair.
“Fuck,” I groan.
“I had to, or I looked like I had a clown trapped between my legs.”
“What the fuck?” Hard laughter shakes my body to the side.
Her lips curl into a playful smile.
“No clown talk.” I wrap my other arm around her neck, covering her mouth with my hand.
Her eyes widen, heat flaring in them. She parts her thighs again.
“That’s better. Good girl,” I praise.
Her slick tongue darts against my palm.
“I’ll give you something to lick in a minute, Sunshine,” I assure her, keeping my hand right where it is. Shaking the clown image from my head, I return to my exploration. My finger slides through her wetness and I groan. “You’re going to feel so good wrapped around my cock in a few minutes.”
She nods frantically and licks my palm again.
“Not yet. Be a good girl for me.” I slide my finger over her clit and slowly circle until she moans and squeezes her eyes shut. “That’s it,” I whisper.
She stretches, arching her back. A full-body shudder works over her, and she spreads her legs to give me better access.