Romancing the Sheriff (Galentine’s Getaway #1) Read Online Mia Brody

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Contemporary, Insta-Love, Romance, Virgin Tags Authors: Series: Galentine's Getaway Series by Mia Brody
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Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23153 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
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He slides into my channel, not all the way. But just enough that we can feel each other. We both moan in unison. This is good, better than I could have imagined.

Brock pulls out only to thrust in again but this time he thrusts into the hilt, completely encasing his body in my tight channel.

I whimper at the sudden pain, feeling too full. Still, I force myself to take deep breaths and remember that it will be over soon. Slowly bit by bit, the pain begins to fade.

“How are you doing?” He’s completely still above me and if it weren’t for the way he’s carefully measuring his own breaths, I wouldn’t realize this is hard for him too.

“Better,” I whisper the word as I practice relaxing my muscle groups slowly.

He still waits, giving me more time while he presses kisses to the side of my neck. “You’re amazing. We’re almost through this.”

His thumb finds my nipple, and he strokes a slow circle around it. Between the kisses and the attention he’s paying to my breasts, it’s not long before I’m begging him to move again.

I plant my feet on the bed, lifting my hips and together, we find a slow rhythm. It’s a delicate dance as we work together to make each other come. There’s an explosion of pleasure in my body, overriding my awareness of everything except this beautiful man and the way he’s roaring my name.

He rolls off of me and onto the bed. I miss the feel of his weight over me, and the way he was breathing so hard. But most of all, I miss seeing his face right as he loses control. The look of wonder and awe in his eyes was something I won’t ever forget even if I live to be a hundred.

“Do you need anything?” He asks, looking so concerned for me.

We just shared the most amazing connection, and his only thought is of me. The realization warms something inside of my heart. “Just a defibrillator.”

He laughs at that then stands from the bed. “Stay here.”

It’s not long before he’s back with a warm cloth. He cares for me so tenderly, being extra gentle when I hiss under my breath. I’m sore but I wouldn’t change it. This night was everything.

The next morning, I wake up feeling happy and sore. Brock wouldn’t take me again after the first time. He swore I’d be in too much pain, but that didn’t stop him from giving me multiple orgasms throughout the night.

I don’t know how I’m ever going to write another romance hero without picturing Brock’s face. Every time I describe rippling abs or the perfect ass, I’ll be writing about him. He’s my perfect hero.

Brock is already in the shower and I listen to the sound of the water running. I don’t know if he wants more than one night. I’m pretty sure he did if the things he said as he gave me orgasm after orgasm were any indication.

But we’re living on opposite sides of the country. He’s here in Lake Tahoe and I’m in South Carolina. Grabbing my phone, I map it out. That’s a distance of over two thousand miles and a twenty-hour flight. That’s a heck of a long-distance relationship.

Still, we could make it work if he truly meant what he said. I’ve always been tenacious. You don’t get to be a writer and not develop a backbone of steel.

With my mind made up, I move downstairs. I let Woofer out for his business. But first, I have to shovel snow to give him a path. The entire time I work, my breath is coming out in little puffs in the chilly morning air.

“I must love you a lot,” I mutter to my dog as he does his business.

We head inside where I start the coffee pot. It’s an old one that brews twelve cups at a time. Not at all like my fancy machine that brews a single cup to perfection.

“There’s so much I’m going to have to introduce this man to,” I tell Woofer.

Just as I say the words, keys jingle in the front door. That’s weird. Brock didn’t say he had a roommate.

Stepping into the living room, I spot a skinny woman coming in with a bag of groceries. Her blonde hair is the exact shade of Zola’s, but her eyes are different. She gives me a cordial smile when she sees me as if she expected me. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize Brock still had you here. You’re Zoey, right?”

I stay rooted to the spot, unsure of what to say or do. This woman is too young to be Brock’s mom and I’ve already met Piper.

“Oh, don’t feel uncomfortable. I’ve never minded sharing him. We usually talk about it. What he likes, what he doesn’t. It’s not some big secret. Go ahead and have a cup of coffee before you leave.”


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