Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 44774 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 224(@200wpm)___ 179(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44774 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 224(@200wpm)___ 179(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
“It made you less useful, and he decided to let his temper have its way.” I expected her to look… I don’t know. Hurt? Angry? Something. Instead, she gasped, her eyes going wide. Like it was a revelation. Something she’d been trying to put together for a long time and hadn’t been able to figure out.
“That’s the only thing about my life that actually makes sense.” Then she looked ashamed. “I’m so sorry for attacking you, Styx. You’re the only person who’s ever shown me the least bit of kindness, and I was so mean.”
“Not a word, baby. Not one more fuckin’ word.” Then I pulled her to me and kissed her.
She let me have her in the sweetest surrender. Jolene opened her mouth and let me kiss her the way I wanted to. Following my lead, she met my tongue thrust for thrust. I still tasted her tears, but now I could tolerate them because I knew she was with me. In the present. She knew I had her back and hadn’t betrayed her. So help me God, if it was the last thing I ever did, she’d learn she could trust me with her heart. I’d never risk losing her for any reason, especially not for a fucking club girl.
“Styx,” she sighed into my mouth as she explored our kisses, finding what she liked while still following my lead. “You’re wonderful to me. So very wonderful.”
“Not nearly as wonderful as you deserve, but I’m gonna get better.”
“You really didn’t want that woman?” She sounded vulnerable, and I knew she was. She was honest in her reactions, not trying to hide her emotions. What I saw was what I got.
“Baby, I never want a woman other than you. You’re it for me.”
She whimpered as she tunneled her hands under his shirt, caressing his skin with a light touch that became bolder the more she touched me. Her hands moved around to my chest, rubbing over and over my pecs. I wasn’t certain if she was fascinated with the muscles or the way my chest hair abraided her palms, but she seemed to love something. I peeled off my shirt and tossed it to the floor, watching closely as her gaze zeroed in on my chest. She licked her lips and leaned in like she’d been going to kiss my skin. Or lick it. Then she pulled back abruptly, snatching her hands away and looking up at me with wide eyes as if she’d been caught doing something naughty.
I chuckled. “Go on. Touch what you want. Taste what you want.”
“Fuuuuck,” she groaned, then gave up her fight. Again, she reached for me, her little fingers curling against the heavy muscles of my chest. She leaned in and kissed one of the tattoos over my left nipple. When I circled my arms around her, petting her hair and urging her closer, she ran her tongue over my skin, then lower to close her mouth around the flat nub and lap softly. Her hands slid around my chest to my back and, again, she clutched me to her. When she looked up at me, her eyes were bright and filled with lust. “Styx?”
“What is it, baby?”
“I want…” She cleared her throat. “That is… I mean… will you make love to me now?”
I grinned at her. “Baby, just been waitin’ until you were ready. Much as I want you, much as I fuckin’ ache for you, the most important thing to me is that you’re comfortable. In everything.”
“Please, Styx,” she pleaded, looking up at me with those luminous eyes. “I know I was a bitch earlier, but I need this.”
“Honey, you weren’t a bitch. I doubt you have a bitchy bone in your body. You were hurting. You’re still hurting, but I understand the need to have that physical connection with someone. I’m glad you picked me.”
I reached for her shirt and tugged gently until she pulled it off the rest of the way. Without prompting from me, she took off her bra and stepped out of her shorts and panties. Jolene’s naked form was the most erotic, most beautiful sight I’d ever seen. I knew her from before I left to work for ExFil. When I lived in Williamson with the rest of our fucked-up families, she’d been a young girl. Bright, bubbly, and cute as a button. Now, she was all woman. Soft curves and supple limbs. Pouty lips. Beautiful, radiant innocence.
“How the fuck could anyone hurt you?” I said, not really meaning to ask the question out loud, but there it was.
She shrugged as if it were no big deal, but I could tell it was. She was so vulnerable in this situation. No doubt thinking about the last man she gave herself to. Much as I wanted her whole being focused on me, I knew it was impossible. So I’d get it out of the way now. Let her know my plans. Then I’d proceed to worship her body in the best way I could.