Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 83598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
His eyes were now black. “That’s the sweetest musk I’ve ever smelled.”
I was gasping for breath, ready to start begging him. The ache was so strong that I had to squirm. When I did, his large hand slapped down on my bare mound and held me still.
His gaze turned hard. “That’s my job,” he scowled.
My mouth was open as I lay there, desperate, panting, waiting.
Garrett took one of my legs and placed it over his shoulder, then did the same with the second one. His head lowered, and I watched in complete rapture as he stuck his tongue out and slowly ran it up my folds until he flicked my clit.
“Oh God!” I moaned, throwing my head back and arching my back.
That was the end of the gentleness. His teeth clamped down on my sensitive nub, and my hands fisted at my sides as I pressed my lips together to keep from screaming. Then, he attacked me, licking, sucking, growling. His beard felt incredible and only added to the pleasure.
“Garrett,” I called out in a strangled cry as my body grew closer to my climax.
He lifted his eyes to lock on mine. “You can come on my tongue now, pretty baby.”
And I did. I slapped a hand over my mouth to muffle my shouts of ecstasy as my body shook and his mouth continued its savage attack. When my tremors began to ease, he pressed one last kiss to my inner thigh, then reached for me and pulled me into his lap.
My body felt spent. I curled into him, letting him hold me, caress me, rub his bearded chin against my temple. I was done. I realized the little control I’d thought I held was a joke. I’d given that up already. If he wanted to do this, then I’d go on his adventure and pray he didn’t take my soul in the end.
Eighteen
Fawn
I was silent as the Bentley drove under the massive arch that said Hughes Farm on it. Garrett’s hand was on my thigh in a tight grip. He liked holding me that way, and I enjoyed the way it made me feel claimed. My eyes widened at the elaborate buildings, and I saw a man walking inside one with a horse.
“Is that … are those stables?” I asked, aghast.
They didn’t look like stables, but … it was clear that was what they were.
“Yes,” Garrett replied. “I raise racehorses. Train them, race them, breed them.”
I had never seen a horse up close. I swung my gaze back to him to see he was watching me with a pleased gleam in his eyes.
“Can I see them?” I asked, excitement bubbling inside me.
He chuckled. “Of course. We’ll go for a ride.”
I bit my bottom lip, then looked back out toward the stables. “I don’t know how to ride,” I admitted.
His hand tightened on my thigh. “I’ll teach you.”
The car slowed, and I looked ahead to see where we had reached. My mouth fell open as I stared at the mansion in front of me. I had thought the island house was a mansion, but compared to this, it was not. This … this was … wow.
“Welcome to my home,” he said simply.
His home. This … this was his home. Holy hell.
“The island house was clearly not a mansion,” I whispered.
He chuckled. “No, it wasn’t.”
The door beside him opened, and he let go of my thigh. I continued to stare in awe at the stunning structure this man lived in. How many rooms was in something like this? He just had two children, and one was married and didn’t live here. Right? Or maybe he did. I mean, there was plenty of room for his son’s family. There was plenty of room for six or ten families.
“Fawn,” Garrett called, and I turned to see he had stepped out of the car and was holding his hand out for me to follow.
I slid over and placed my hand in his, and he helped me out of the car. Tonight, we were going on a real official date, but he’d wanted to bring me here first. I almost wished he hadn’t. I was already feeling inadequate. I’d worn my nicest dress, but I still feared it wasn’t going to fit in with wherever he was taking me. Seeing this house, I was almost positive my dress wouldn’t be enough.
No. I would not do that. I would not let insecurities take root. I wasn’t the kind of person who allowed the world to judge me. Wealth did not make someone better than another. I was a good person, and that was all that mattered.
“Prepare the Cadillac One for this evening,” Garrett told the driver.
I hadn’t met this one yet, and I didn’t know his name, but he reminded me of a Viking. He was massive.