Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 31021 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 155(@200wpm)___ 124(@250wpm)___ 103(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31021 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 155(@200wpm)___ 124(@250wpm)___ 103(@300wpm)
A tingle chooses that moment to start beneath my belly button, sinking lower, lower and building in intensity, so I can’t speak, I can only nod unevenly.
“Couldn’t find any birth control pills in the bathroom cabinet. You hiding them somewhere else? Tell me now.”
What is he asking me? My tummy is starting to ripple, the sensation carrying to my mons now, and when that delicious throb starts in my clit, I know it won’t be long. It won’t be long before another orgasm hits me and I want it. With every cell in my body, I want to climax while he’s slapping in and out of me, our bodies slippery with sweat and stream water.
“Answer me. You on protection or fertile for me, princess?”
“I’m…I’m…” I whine, pushing up my hips to meet his thrusts, crying out when the thick base of his erection saws wetly against my clit, again and again and again. “No pill.”
A great shudder goes through him and he groans, flexing every one of his many muscles and he bears down, flattening me between his big body and the earth, my knees shoved open wide as possible in his hands. His drives are so forceful, so thorough, I scream from the sheer brute strength of them, the fact that I’m being unquestionably claimed.
“I found you, Lula. I found my woman. And I’m not fucking around.” He licks his thumb and brings it between our bodies, teasing my clit side to side, fast, jiggling it—and I come apart, screaming into his kiss, our teeth bumping because his hips are still rutting me at an unruly pace. I’m mid-orgasm, can’t see anything but sparks, my sex constricting violently around him and I can only picture what we’re doing. How it looks. This strapping soldier in the prime of his life on top of a curvy young girl, his stepsister, doing his best to nail her into the ground. And the image, the forbidden nature of it, takes me higher, makes me bite his mouth, makes my claws bury in his back, earning me a sound halfway between a gasp and a growl.
“Goddamn right I’ll get my little girl pregnant,” he grinds out, thrusting once more, the movement jagged. Grinding high and deep. “People will talk, but we know it’s right, don’t we?”
“Yes,” I moan, eager beyond belief to provide him with pleasure. Whatever he wants.
With a wince, he starts to shake, his warmth spilling inside of me.
He starts pumping again, but there’s no finesse to the movements. He’s just a desperate creature trying to get rid of the physical lust. It’s an animal all its own. His mouth finds mine and we wrap our arms around each other, my legs locking around his waist, anchoring him as he comes, that soldier’s body quaking, sticky heat overflowing my channel and sliding down the cheeks of my backside. He moans long and loud into my neck, his shaft flexing and jerking inside of me, until he loses all power in his muscles, falling on top of me, breathless.
“Mine,” he whispers reverently, licking salty sweat from my shoulder.
I move on autopilot, offering him solace because my soul commands it, dragging my nails up and down on his scalp, kissing the side of his face. I’m not sure when my insecurities start to pile up again, but they do. One by one. I wish I didn’t have them. I wish they didn’t exist. I’ve grown up with them, though, and they’re a part of me. They’ve gotten worse since my mother remarried and I live with two perfectionists who obviously don’t approve of anything about me.
There’s still a part of me that worries I’m just what Vale needs right now. Someone who will care for him unconditionally. Someone close and convenient while he gets used to civilian life again. What happens when he suddenly looks around and decides he can have someone different? Someone of his stature and swoony good looks?
Of course, he did drive a hundred miles to stalk me.
There is something to be said for that.
But he’s a protective man. A tracker by trade. Maybe following me was simply him remaining within his military comfort zone? Maybe—
“Lula.” Vale’s mouth slants over mine, his tongue invading my mouth for a long, thorough kiss. “You’re getting tense on me. Let my seed work, princess. Don’t fight it.”
“Your seed?” My eyes fly open and everything he said to me in the heat of the moment comes rushing back to the fore. “Oh my God, you…you didn’t use a condom!”
Vale raises an eyebrow. “We’ve established that.” He cups and kneads my breast, wetting his lips. “Condom? You might as well forget that word even exists.”
“But…”
Oh no. His need to establish roots, his need to carve himself out a safe place, runs more deeply than I thought. So deep he’s willing to get me pregnant over it. What if he regrets tying himself to me, though? He’s only been back one day.