Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34426 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 172(@200wpm)___ 138(@250wpm)___ 115(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34426 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 172(@200wpm)___ 138(@250wpm)___ 115(@300wpm)
Moose kissed the top of her head, and she smiled. He was proud of the way she’d handled her brother. Despite all this drama and the underlying fear it would all blow up in their faces, she was happy. Moose made her happy. She was foolish for thinking along those lines. The man would disappear from her life the moment she was safe, but screw it, she’d worry about that when it happened. For now, she planned to enjoy every second she was gifted with the man.
“Fine. We’ll do it your way.”
“Thank you,” she said, though he didn’t deserve it.
“Are you okay?” his voice dropped to a near mumble.
“What?”
“You said they attacked you. Are you okay?”
Moose grunted, shaking his head.
Now Ricky asked about her well-being. Guess it was better than never.
“I’m all right.”
Moose cleared his throat, making her sigh.
“I have some bruises. And a cut on my cheek. But Ricky… I want you to understand how serious this is. They told me they’d make me pay your debt. And not with cash. Do you understand what I’m saying? Do you realize the danger you’re putting me in?”
His swallow came through the phone. “I understand.”
“So, you’ll be there, right? Two hours?” She gripped the phone so tight she could have crushed it in her palm.
“I… fuck… yeah, sis. I’ll be there.”
“Okay. You’ve made the right choice, Ricky. I’ll see you later.”
They hung up, and she gazed at Moose. “What do you think?” she asked as she tossed her phone toward the foot of the bed.
He cupped her face. “I think you’re incredible.”
He kissed her quickly but with intent.
“I think you’re strong.”
Kiss.
“I think you’re fierce.”
Kiss.
“I think you’re loyal.”
Kiss.
“I think you're sweet.”
This time, the kiss lingered, and he deepened it, sliding his tongue between her lips.
Daisy sighed into his mouth as she melted against his bare chest. She couldn’t stop touching him and running her hands up and down his broad back. His skin felt warm, smooth, and firm beneath her fingertips.
He rolled Daisy onto her back, and she couldn’t prevent the moan of pleasure as his weight pushed her into the mattress. Was there anything better than a sexy man’s weight above her?
This sexy man, to be specific.
They kept kissing, teasing, and playing as they nipped and licked. After a few moments, she needed more. She was wet, needy, and knew from earlier that only one thing would sate the desire. “Moose…” she said as they broke apart for air. She thrust up her hips, trying to convey what she needed.
A wicked grin crossed his kiss-swollen lips. “Yeah, baby? Something I can do for you?”
She huffed. How could he have the sanity to play games when she was about to die? “You know.”
He chuckled. “I do, but I wanna hear you say it. You’ll look so pretty begging for my cock.”
Her eyes widened. Who spoke like that? Moose, apparently, and it only made her hotter. “Moose, please.”
He worked her shirt—his T-shirt—up past her hips, torso, and breasts until it bunched beneath her arms. She lay before him, fully exposed except for her panties.
“Mm… so pretty.” He kissed the center of her chest, then the side of one breast, and back to the center.
Her nipples ached to be touched while she squirmed beneath him. “Moose.”
“I know what you want,” he said as he drew a circle around her nipple with a fingertip.
It was so damn close to what she wanted but far enough away it drove her insane. She was soaked between her legs and out of her mind with need.
“And you know what I want.”
“Moose, please touch me.”
“I am touching you.”
She growled. Infuriating man. “Put your mouth on me!”
“Aah… sure, baby.” He kissed her shoulder.
She grabbed his hand and yanked hard, pulling him off her.
“Fuck, I like that.” He growled.
“You know what I meant!” She’d never whined, never begged in bed, yet he demanded it, and she was ready to give it to him if it meant he’d give her what her body needed. “Moose, stop playing. I’m dying here. Suck my tits!”
“There it is. So fucking hot when you talk like that.” He closed his mouth over her nipple, and she shouted into the quiet motel room. The strong, hot suction made her pussy clench. “I love this,” she whispered as she sifted her fingers through his hair.
He groaned his appreciation and tongued her nipple, making her whimper while his fingers played its twin. The dual sensations had shivers racing across her skin. Over and over, she ground up into him. His jeans would be wet from her arousal, and instead of disgusting her, it made her want to see the darkened fabric.
In only twenty-four hours, this man turned her life upside down, and she didn’t want to flip it right again, especially if this kind of pleasure awaited her in this alternate universe.