Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 89259 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 446(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 298(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89259 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 446(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 298(@300wpm)
Before my mind could register what was happening, he was inside me-moving in and out of me with ease. He didn’t bury himself completely in me and I was thankful for that. I didn’t know if I could take it.
He sat up, pushing my legs far apart and grabbing my thighs, lifting my ass off the bed. The feeling was so intense that within moments I was coming again. As soon as my body started to shudder, he drove deeper filling me completely. When my breathing slowed, so did he. He placed his thumb on my clit, rubbing small circles around it. “I want you to come for me again, baby.”
“I can’t,” I moaned breathlessly. It was already too much.
“Yes you can,” he breathed in my ear.
“Please, I can’t handle any more.” I couldn’t. My body was not strong enough.
With one arm he lifted me again and he hit the spot. I shattered beneath him and he slammed into me, flooding me with his release. After a moment, Luke pulled out of me then pulling covers back, placed me underneath and showered my face with kisses.
“Sleep baby.”
Over the past two days I had done nothing but sleep, eat and make love to the most amazing guy I had met. I could get use to a life like this. I looked over at the clock and jumped out of bed. Shit. It was Monday morning and I was late.
“Luke!” I yelled, while jumping in the shower. I screamed as the cold water blasted me. “Luke!” I yelled again. I was hoping he would call Lindsey for me and have her bring me some clothes to the office. If he could get me there in an hour, I would only have to reschedule my first meeting.
“Dallas!” Luke sounded frantic.
“I’m in here.” I was rinsing the shampoo from my hair when he jerked the shower door open.
“What’s wrong?” he asked breathless.
“Will you call Lindsey for me?” I asked, hurriedly washing my body.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” he asked, furious. “I thought something was wrong. I was under the carport when I heard you yell, and then you screamed. You scared the shit out of me, Dallas.”
“I’m sorry, but can you yell at me later? I’m going to be late. Will you please call Lindsey for me and ask her to bring me something to wear to the office and move my nine o’clock appointment? If we hurry I can be there by ten.” I didn’t have time for this right now. I had a lot of shit to do today.
“Dallas, its eight thirty in the evening.” What? Luke opened the cabinet under the sink and threw me a towel. “Don’t you ever do that shit to me again,” he said, pointing his finger at me. “Get dressed.” He stormed out of the bathroom and I was left standing there feeling like a complete idiot. I dried off then rummaged through his dresser to find a t-shirt. Luke walked into the bedroom, on the phone carrying a duffel bag.
“We are leaving now just get somebody out here,” he growled into the phone. “No the prick was on foot. He was wearing yellow and blue colors. Yes I’m sure, do I look like a fucking idiot to you?” His eyes found mine, and then scanned me from head to toe. “You ready?” he snapped.
“I just need some pants,” I mumbled. What was wrong? I had never seen Luke so furious.
“Come here,” he said to me, still holding the phone to his ear. I slowly approached him. He was knelt down digging something out from under the bed. When I was close enough to touch him, he turned and grabbed a pair of sweats out of the dresser. “Look, I don’t have time for this shit. I am taking Dallas home. I’ll call you on my way back through.” He hollered into the phone, and then ended the call, sliding his phone into his pocket.
Still on one knee, Luke held out the pants for me to step into. He looked tired, angry, and somewhat worried. I started to ask him what was wrong, but he cursed under his breath and grabbed his phone from his pocked. “What?” he snapped again, but this time he sounded a little exasperated. I held onto his shoulders while he dressed me.
When my pants were on, he stood, grabbed my hand and the duffel bag and led me out to the carport. “I’m pulling out now,” he said to the person on the other end of the phone. Luke opened the driver’s side door of the truck and ushered me in. I moved across the seat and he climbed in behind me. I noticed when we pulled out that the shop doors were open.
“The shop door is open,” I said softly.
“It’s called a clubhouse and I know,” he said seething. Geez. What was up his ass?