Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 78867 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78867 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
“I’m going to punish you for that.”
“Can’t wait.”
Annoyed with my teasing, he doesn’t take the time to pull my panties all the way off. He simply pulls them to one side before settling on top of me.
“Beg me for it.”
I shake my head, my desire growing incrementally as seconds tick by.
“Beg.” He runs the length of himself along my clit, and I’m just about to open my mouth and do his bidding, but he pulls his hips back, sliding into me before I can speak. “Save it for next time.”
I try to laugh, but a moan of pleasure escapes instead.
“Jesus, fuck,” he pants, his mouth against my neck as he freezes.
“The anthem of every single two-pump chump,” I whisper, my legs already shaking with my own need for release.
He pulls his torso up, his green eyes looking down at me. “Is this some sort of payback?”
“The teasing or the tight pussy?” I ask as I lift my legs and wrap them around his back, pulling him in deeper as I dig my heels into his muscled ass.
“How did I get so fucking lucky?”
“You won’t get lucky again if you don’t fuck me right.”
“Baby,” he says, everything but his cock softening as he cups my jaw.
“I know,” I whisper, emotion threatening to clog my throat.
“I never wanted this either, but I’ll never give it up now that I have it.”
His mouth finds mine as his hips start to roll. The kiss lasts forever, and I don’t know if it’s the reconnection or the love we feel for each other that makes this the best sex I’ve ever had. Maybe it’s a combination of everything, but the slow roll of orgasm through my body is life altering.
“Thank fuck,” he whispers against my lips as my core pulses down his length.
“No,” I say, digging my fingernails into his back. “I want two.”
He chuckles, his cock jerking inside of me a second later. “Sorry.”
The word erupts with a groan as he comes.
“I pray I’m not going to hear that word very often,” I tease as he crashes beside me on the carpet.
“No promises,” he mutters, a hand to his chest as if it’s capable of slowing his heart rate.
“New rule,” I say, trying for a very serious tone but knowing I’m failing. “You start with your mouth on me from now on.”
He rolls his head on the carpet, looking over at me. “My pleasure.”
Silence swirls around me, and although he confessed how he feels, I know we do need to talk. There are a lot of questions we both need to ask. We need to lay out expectations and goals. I have to make sure we’re on the same page or at least open to what the other needs out of life. I’m tired of the pain and the confusion.
“I’m ready to talk,” I say, turning on my side to press my hand to his chest.
I have to pull his t-shirt up because the man never managed to get it off before we both got distracted.
Instead of looking terrified like any other man would, he rolls toward me, his hands on my hips.
“I want you to move in with me.”
“Not going to fucking happen,” I say without hesitation.
Chapter 40
Spade
Walking into the clubhouse after a mission is usually a good thing. We’re normally met with cheers and smiles, a celebration Em and Misty throw together, but today is different.
The guys ahead of me are met with long hugs, somber faces, and unanswered questions.
The second I step inside, my eyes search for Sylvie, and when I find her I want to drop to my knees and cry.
I want to thank her for being there for me on each one of these returns over the last couple of months despite her constant refusal to move in with me.
I want to tell her I love her and hear the words returned the same way she has since saying it the first time a week after we reconnected.
My throat restricts when she walks into me, her arms around me having the power to bring me to my knees.
I don’t waste a second guiding her out of the living room, down the hall, and into my room.
I feel like the luckiest man in the world and that hits me in a pained way because of what happened two days ago in Costa Rica.
“Dylan,” she whispers as I drop the strap of my duffel bag from my shoulder. “What can I do?”
I shake my head because there’s nothing that can be done that isn’t already being handled.
“Is there any more news?”
“What have you heard?”
Guilt swarms like angry bees inside of me. I don’t know what Legend told Faith and what Faith in turn told her. Did he mention my fault in all of it? Did he place all the blame on me?