Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 99960 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 333(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99960 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 333(@300wpm)
“Are you close?” Jared asked hoarsely.
“Yes, yes!”
“Thank fuck.” His hips snapped faster, harder, his own deep sounds of pleasure mingling with mine. “Come, come, baby, come around my cock.”
My orgasm exploded through me. White lightning licked up my spine and flared behind my eyelids. The shock of the intensity had my eyes flying open in surprise. My inner muscles clamped down hard on Jared, throbbing around him in voluptuous tugs that caused his own expression to falter with shock.
“F-fuck. Allegra!” he roared my name as his hips suddenly juddered, and he pulsed and released inside me. Jared’s head fell to my shoulder and I wrapped my arms and legs around him as he continued to shake against me.
Finally, his climax eased and I couldn’t help but smile in smugness at how goddamn hard he’d just come.
“Ah.” I trembled around him. “Jared.”
He lifted his head, our eyes meeting as he stared as if he’d never seen me before.
I tensed, feeling something like dread.
This was the part where he told me it was a mistake.
Jared reached up to cup my cheek, his thumb brushing my lower lip. “We’ll talk about this later … for now … I want more.”
I relaxed, tightening my thighs around him. “More?”
“More,” he growled and then kissed me with just as much hunger as when we’d started.
Twenty-Two
Jared
My grandfather used to say that a farmer who couldn’t accept the temperamental nature of Highland weather should find somewhere else to farm, or not farm at all.
“You can’t rely on her heart to stay the same from season to season,” Granddad had said one autumn when constant rain had destroyed any chance of us cultivating the land long enough to plant barley.
“Her?”
“Mother Nature.” Granddad gave me a grin I knew he didn’t feel. “Just when you think you know her, her heart will change.” He’d gestured to the flooded fields. “And we have to be able to change with her or the stress will swallow us whole.”
The memory of his wise words hit me as I stared up at my bedroom ceiling, skin damp with sweat, heart racing and my limbs relaxed with utter repletion. Turning my head on the pillow, my gut clenched at the sight of the beautiful naked woman in my bed.
Her hands were curled by her head, her breasts trembling as her breathing slowly eased.
Miraculously, I wanted her again.
Even though I’d just had her four times.
On the table, on the bed, on her hands and knees, and then her riding me.
Just looking at her caused a stirring in my cock, despite the last few hours of fucking.
Allegra sensed my stare and turned her head on the pillow. Her expression tightened and I saw questions and worries in those gorgeous, dark eyes. She didn’t make me guess her thoughts, though. That was something I liked about her. A lot. “Is this the part you tell me it was a mistake?”
It was never a conscious decision to remain single all these years. I’d just enjoyed my autonomy. Why be in a relationship when I could have the best of both worlds? Sex when I wanted without the commitment. Honestly, I’d started to believe as time wore on that I wasn’t made to be in a committed relationship.
But the thought of something that casual with Allegra caused an immediate agitation to edge through me. Because one primal thought had pounded through my head as I thrust into her, a thought I’d had to grit back from blurting out like a fucking caveman.
Mine.
I liked sharing space with this woman. I looked forward to coming home to her. Life was empty and cold without her. So I had a choice. I could remain steadfast in my belief that I preferred to be single and probably end up a miserable, lonely bastard for the rest of my life. Or I could accept that the wind blew in change whenever it felt like it and you either adjusted or fought against it to your ruin.
“I don’t want it to be a mistake,” I admitted, my voice sounding rough like I hadn’t used it in a while.
Her eyes widened slightly as she pushed up onto her elbows. “What does that mean?”
“It means …” I rolled over onto her, taking her left hand and pressing it deep into the pillow so our wedding rings touched. “We’re married. I’m your husband and you’re my wife. And we have eighteen months to decide if we want to stay that way.”
A smile teased the corners of her lush mouth, and she bit her lower lip as if to stop it. My cock stirred between her thighs at the sight. “Really?”
I released her hand to smooth her hair back from her face as I whispered across her lips. “There’s something here. Isn’t there?”
This time she released the full blast of her smile as she looked up at me with tenderness and affection. “There is. I’ve thought that for five years.”