Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 56709 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 284(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56709 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 284(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
“Hmm.”
I squeeze her legs and tongue her eager bud. “Say what you were going to say.”
“Don’t stop,” she moans, her legs trembling, jiggling in the sunlight in the sexiest way.
“Fuck. You’re so hot when you jiggle like that.”
“J-jiggle?” she moans.
I stand up slowly, resting one hand on her leg, staring down so she can see the raging inferno she provokes in me. My full balls are roaring out for a release, roaring at me to go complete animal, strip her naked, and fuck her ruthlessly so her whole body shimmers for me.
“You heard,” I growl.
“Is jiggle a good thing?”
“With you, it’s the best thing. It shows how curvy you are. How full-figured and sexy. How fucking mine. Ah, it’s primal. It makes me want to…”
She moans when I bite her thigh softly, licking her skin, tasting her sweat, and spreading her juices over her leg. I love biting her thick leg, feeling how big she is.
When I lean back again, she looks down at her leg, her mouth open in a shocked smile. “How does everything with you feel good?”
“I need to watch you jiggle some more.”
I reach over, turn on the engine, and start the bike. She squeals and starts shaking around on the seat, making me fully and instantly obsessed. Her legs shake, and even her pussy lips shift for me, every part of her full and perfect.
“How does that feel?” I say, kneeling again.
“It’s g-good,” she whispers.
I attack her sweet pussy with my tongue again, addicted to her taste, lapping up from her hole to her clit and up and down her lips. The bike rumbles, and when my woman starts whining, I grab the throttle. With one hand, I palm her pussy quickly. I make the bike roar and vibrate against her eager body with the other.
She’s screaming by the end, the veins on her neck standing up, her juices squirting out of her hole like they only ever will for me—nobody else, just me. She reaches a screaming orgasm as I almost bust the bike. In the end, I stare, hypnotized by her legs, the shimmering thickness, and the way they keep shaking for me. Sitting up, she gestures to me. I lean down, and she throws her arms around her shoulders.
“Taste yourself,” I groan, bringing my lips to hers. “Then you can see how perfect you are. Even your pussy tastes good.”
She moans when I kiss her, my hand naturally resting on her leg. “Does that taste good to you?” she says teasingly.
“Everything about you is perfect,” I growl. “I need your pussy so badly. I need…”
“Go on,” Ryan taunts in my mind. “Say it. Say you need to tell her you love her before you remember me, your old buddy. Tell her nothing else matters, just your relationship, your lust, or whatever you think this is. Say it, Kai.”
“You,” I finish weakly, the guilt resurging. It doesn’t do much to stop the lust from rising in me, making my dick ache, my shaft burn, and everything in me willing me to claim her.
I look around the rolling golden landscape as she puts her trousers on. This is the last good moment before everything turns to hell. Her phone starts to ring.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Kayla
“What do you mean, a shootout?”
I’m screaming down the phone louder than I screamed when Kai turned on the bike and drove me to an orgasm. It seems twistedly unfair that this phone call has to happen now, so soon after I learned he wants me, too.
I can still taste myself on my lips and remember how obsessed he looked while watching my legs… jiggle. That word made me think he was mocking me at first, but when I saw him staring, I knew he was serious about it. I knew I was driving him wild, but now it’s all fading to crap.
“Natasha?” I yell down the phone.
“Yeah, sorry. I’m on the phone with my cousin, too. There was a shootout on Main Street. It literally just happened. He thinks he saw Ryan. Oh, God, I’m sorry.”
“Say it,” I snap, then raise my voice when she doesn’t respond immediately. “Natasha!”
“They think he got shot,” Natasha says. “I’m so sorry. You should call one of the guys.”
“Kai’s doing it now,” I reply. “He’s on the phone to them. A shootout? And Ryan shot?”
I repeat it as if it will disappear and stop the ugly reality. It’s too damn painful thinking about Ryan with blood all over his… Oh, Jesus. I’m hyperventilating or almost. I take a few slow breaths.
The kiss, the steaminess, the lies, Emily Dickinson…
“I’ve betrayed him,” I whisper, tears sliding down my cheeks.
Kai’s on the phone a few feet away, his eyes bloodshot, looking like a man who’s just returned from war and is ready to go back again. His tatted arm bulges, veins pressing against his skin, the Titan inflating.