Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 79440 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79440 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Sweets, it will hurt if you don’t. I need to fuck you, Jordyn. I need it hard and rough, and I want you to hold on. I don’t care what that looks like. Mark me with your nails, bite, scream. Whatever you need, this is going to be fast and dirty.”
Her pussy squeezes me, and I kiss the tip of her nose.
“I’m going to fuck you, but I’m still making love to you. It will never be anything but love between us.”
“I’m here, Ryder. I’m yours, and I want this. I want you. I want you to lose control and give me everything. You have all of me.” She moves her hands to rest on my cheeks. “Fuck me, Ry.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Pulling out, I thrust back in and allow myself to get lost in her. Her nails dig into my back as my thrusts grow harder and faster.
“Yes. Yes. Yes,” she repeats over and over.
“Touch yourself.” My voice is gravelly and winded as I continue to thrust my hips. The words are barely out of my mouth when her pussy grips my cock like a vise, and she screams out my name.
Fuck me, it feels incredible. I should tell her so, but right now, it’s taking all of my brain power to focus on chasing my release. That familiar tingle starts at the base of my spine. With one more thrust of my hips, I still as I come inside her.
Not for the first time, the thought of her growing round with our baby hits me like a load of bricks to the chest.
Leaning down, I capture her lips with mine, and she tangles her hands in my hair. I hold my weight off her as long as I can, but I’m physically drained. Easing the kiss, I force myself to pull away from her and climb off the bed.
“I’ll be right back.”
I feel her behind me when I enter the bathroom. “Ry, you’re exhausted. Let me help you.”
I turn to face her, leaning back against one side of the double vanity. My eyes trace her every movement as she reaches into the closet, pulls out a washcloth, and waits for the water to warm. With shaking hands, she runs the cloth under the water, wrings out the excess, and steps in front of me. She drops to her knees and gets to work cleaning me up.
“The cleanup was going to be for you, sweets.” My cock stirs, and fuck me, I don’t know how since I’m spent. That’s the effect Jordyn has on me.
Ignoring me, she takes her time, and when she stands, I pull her into a kiss.
“Go lie down. I’m going to cleanup and be right there.”
“Let me,” I offer.
“Not this time, Ry. Go. I’ll be right there.” She kisses my cheek, and I’m so damn tired, I listen to her. I take a mental note to make it up to her next time.
A few minutes later, she’s climbing into bed and snuggling up next to me. I hold her close and breathe her in. She smells like her, like me, and sex. The perfect combination.
I close my eyes and feel my body start to relax. However, there’s still one question I have to ask. “What time do you have to leave tomorrow?”
“Probably early. I don’t know what time my mom is going to be back, and I need to get Calvin’s Jeep back to him.”
“Calvin’s Jeep?”
“Yeah.” She goes on to tell me of how she ended up here, and why she’s driving Calvin’s Jeep.
“Remind me to thank him.”
“Right? Babysitting for life when the time comes.”
“Yeah, we can do that. Our kids can play together.”
She’s quiet, and I settle back in. I’m almost asleep when I hear her whisper, “I love you so much, Ryder. I want nothing more than to live this life with you.”
I don’t know if I reply. I want to, but I’m so damn exhausted. I don’t think I do. Just something else I’ll make up for tomorrow. I’ll get a few hours of sleep, wake up, make love to her, then cook her breakfast in bed before she has to go back to Atlanta.
I’m really looking forward to the day when she never has to leave.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Jordyn
I’m lying in bed texting Ryder when my bedroom door bursts open. I rush to slide my arms under the covers as I stare at my mother.
“Knock much?” I ask, leaving the phone beside me beneath the covers, and sit up.
“Seriously, Jordyn. Can you not find something better to do with your time than lie around in bed like a lazy bum?”
“Well, you’ve instructed me not to look for employment. You’re in charge, Mother. I’m just being the dutiful daughter, waiting for your next instruction.” I don’t bother to hide the annoyance in my tone. She walked in on me looking online for jobs a couple of weeks ago and threw a fit, well, as much of a fit she can manage in her snooty way that only she can pull off.