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)
“Ah, ah.” Her fingers claw against my back, cutting repeatedly, but I don’t give a damn. The marks will be a reminder of her first time, evidence of her passion. “Yes, yes, yes.”
I try to lean back, but she holds me tighter. “No, Kai. Please.”
“I want to watch you cream for me.”
“Stay here with me.”
I turn my face, kiss her cheek, and find her mouth. We slow our pace as we kiss passionately, lost in each other. Her hips twitch, and then I feel her orgasm seeping down my cock, her hot wetness spreading. Kissing becomes impossible when she starts moaning. I lean back just enough to watch the blush spreading across her cheeks and down her chest. Her body shakes and shivers and, fuck yeah, jiggles for me. She’s trembling all over.
At the end, I lean back, watching her as she bounces up and down. Hell, she knows what she’s doing. As her orgasm nears its end, she grabs her tits, pushes them together, and squeezes so her breasts flush like her cheeks.
“Come…” She pauses for a moment as if nervous. Then she says it, and she almost finishes me. “In me. Come in me, Kai. Please come in me.”
“Fuck, fuck,” I roar, my head cloudy, my heart slamming so hard. “Keep saying that.”
“Come in me,” she moans. “Oh, yeah. Come in me. We can start a family. Together.”
“Together…”
I collapse atop her, drilling her so hard now. She pulses against me. Seed rushes up my shaft. It bulges in my length, and then it explodes. All the pleasure fixates on the tip of my cock, a single searing point, my mind bright with a thousand visions of my woman. Right at the end, she’s wearing a wedding dress. She’s smiling and gesturing to me, to the future.
“Jesus,” I say, drawing in a shaky breath as I roll aside.
I pull her into my arm and stroke my fingers through her hair.
“That was the best first time anybody has ever had in the history of first times.”
I laugh, feeling more carefree than I can ever remember. I let the laughter take me, not caring if I sound crazy. She laughs in the same crazy way, both of us caught up in it, lost to each other.
I love her. I love her so damn much. I almost say it, but I need to speak to Ryan first. I need to show him how much his support means to me and how serious I am, but it’s the truth. I love her so damn much.
“I mean it,” she says, giggling. “How can you deny that, huh?”
“I’m not arguing.”
“What were you thinking about just then?” She trails her fingertip up my chest. “You got this dreamy look in your eyes.”
“I did?”
I love you. I love you. I love my best friend’s little sister.
“Yeah,” she says, “and now you’re getting all awkward about it.”
I smirk and kiss the top of her head. “Maybe I want my lady to give me time. Maybe I need to make some arrangements. Maybe, if you’re getting the hint, you’ll understand.”
“I’m getting it. I think I am.” She sounds giddy. “But I don’t want to say it. What if I’m wrong?”
“It involves rings and—”
“No, don’t spoil the surprise.”
I laugh and kiss her again, feeling intoxicated. “It can’t be a surprise. I knew the second I saw you on that road that you were the woman for me. I didn’t have to think about it. Now, I’m more certain than I’ve ever been about anything.”
“What? Because we had sex, and I was, frankly, a ten out of ten?”
“You’re a ten out of ten, all right,” I say passionately, “but just for me.”
“Of course. Always. Whenever I say stuff like that, I only mean for you.”
“I like reminding you,” I smirk, squeezing her shoulder. “I like you knowing that you’re my lady. Just mine.”
“If I’m right about what I was thinking…”
“I think you are.”
She tightens her hand against my chest. “Then my answer would be—”
“Don’t say it,” I tell her. “Don’t spoil the surprise.”
She laughs softly. “Do you really think there’s going to be a surprise?”
“Every day with you is a surprise,” I tell her. “Every smile. Hell, every moment. Everything we do, it’s a surprise. How perfect it is. How perfect you are.”
“Thanks for being so nice to her, man,” imaginary Ryan says. “Thanks for taking care of her.”
Silently, I reply that I always will, and soon, I’ll tell him in person.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
Kayla
We ride across Nebraska together, the yellow prairies stretching around us, reminding me of the first time we came here. It’s been two weeks since the road trip, since the war, and since Ryan gave us his blessing.
That’s two weeks of Kai and me being together openly, without Ryan, the club, or anybody judging. It’s been the brightest two weeks of my life, waking in my man’s arms, sometimes in the morning so we can start the day together. Or in the middle of the night, when I can listen to his heartbeat.