Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 75754 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75754 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
The new position, with my legs down, let his hard cock rest deliciously against my clit, and each beat of his heart, pulse of his dick, had me nearly clenching in anticipation.
“I need you again,” he whispered roughly.
I nodded. “Okay.”
This time was slower.
Much slower.
He pulled out and bent me forward on my porch railing.
I had an irrational thought of being excited that we were doing it in such a public place.
But, realistically, I knew that no one could see us.
Not with the way the rain was pouring down.
The wind blew, spraying me with a light mist across my face just as Sterling sank back inside of me.
I moaned and threw my head back, eyes closing again as he started to slowly push into me, before starting the long pull back out.
I clutched onto the wooden railing with tight fists, holding on for dear life as he gave me all he had to give.
I don’t know how long that went on.
Minutes. Hours. Hell, I didn’t know and I didn’t really care.
All I knew right then was that he was with me, and I was with him.
And when I came long minutes later, pulling him with me along the way, I had never felt anything so right.
***
“I heard something disturbing today while Silas and Sawyer were talking. And I wanted to make sure that I spoke with you about it to make sure I wasn’t going to flip any triggers for you. Although I’d intended to talk to you about it before I…you know…you,” Sterling said later that night.
My head was pillowed on his chest, and his fingers were sifting through my hair.
“How long have you been home?” I asked softly.
He answered instantly.
“Last night around eleven P.M.,” he answered. “But nobody’s seen me yet. I only went to Silas’ place to grab my spare key. Mine was…lost. Which was where I heard them talking about the things that happened to you while you were in prison.”
He twirled my hair around his finger, playing with it and making me nearly purr.
I loved having my hair played with.
We’d just finished round three of the best sex I’d ever had in my life, and I was fairly positive that my legs wouldn’t be holding me up any time soon.
“I was never raped, even though Sawyer thinks otherwise,” I told him on a sigh. “Although they thought I had some questionable diseases. I was taken away and made to look like I was raped to scare the other women. I never told anybody any differently. Maybe I should have…but it kept me safe. Kept Sawyer safe.”
I could hear his mind racing, wondering if I actually had any ‘questionable diseases’ or not.
“I don’t have any,” I said instantly. “They checked that almost monthly, and I had my own tests the moment I escaped that place. And I haven’t had sex with anyone in well over ten years.”
“That’s good to know, honey. Although it wasn’t the question on my mind,” he rumbled.
His chest rattled with each word he spoke, and my free hand that wasn’t supporting my head started to run through the hair on his chest, teasing its way down to tangle in the hair surrounding his groin.
“Then what was?” I asked softly.
His penis started to stir when my hands played with the hair, but he didn’t act on it, leaving me to play with him as he spoke.
“The question on my mind was whether they’d even tried. And how many times they tried before you had to make up a god awful lie like that to keep from being raped,” he mumbled.
I winced.
My mind had automatically gone to the worst possible scenario he could be thinking. I should’ve known he’d never think badly about me.
“They tried. The men guards think we’ve been put in the cage for their pleasure…at least with some of them. They tried with Sawyer as well, but the two of us stuck together. Found a way to make it work. I can’t say it was a fun eight years in there, but it was definitely bearable,” I told him. “It could’ve been way worse.”
He didn’t say anything to that.
And I imagined he wasn’t very happy with that admission.
“If they weren’t all in jail, I’d kill them,” he said roughly.
I knew he would, too.
Sterling was the ‘protector.’
He wanted to make sure everyone was taken care of before himself.
Something that I’d witnessed quite a few times since I’d been released from prison.
“They’re in jail…and Silas did kill the one that was the ring leader,” I shuddered.
I’d seen pictures, because I’d asked Silas to show them to me.
I wanted to know that he was dead.
I was tired of living my life scared.
My entire existence was spent wondering.
My whole life was based on a question, even before prison.
Would I be able to eat today?
Would I ever find a home to live in?
Would I graduate college?
Would I be alive when I saw twenty-two?
Would Bender hurt our child?
How would I get away from him if he did hurt us?
Then I’d gone to jail, accused of killing my husband; not for my protection, but for vengeance.
And it’d sucked.
And the questions started anew.
Only they kept getting worse and worse.
Then I got out…and I met Silas…and Sterling.
And I realized that maybe, just maybe, life wasn’t so bad.
Then Sterling disappeared, and I was left thinking about a man that I didn’t have any attachment to, other than a few emotional strings.
Strings that held captive as I waited nine weeks for him to get home…to hear word that he was even alive.
And he was finally here.
“What happened over there?” I asked softly.
He shook his head. “I can’t really talk about it.”
“Can you tell me anything?” I asked.
“A little bit,” he answered, sitting up until his back was against my headboard.
My hand that’d been playing with his belly hair fell free from him, and he pulled the sheet up until it was resting lightly over both legs, covering the goods.
His eyes stared blankly forward as he said, “You know I’m an active member of SEAL Team Eleven, right?”