Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 57423 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 230(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57423 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 230(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
She was soft and sweet around him.
Her tongue whirled and stroked him, and he watched as her head moved up and down, working to take him deeper and deeper.
If he didn’t stop her, he wouldn’t get inside her, and he really wanted to get inside her. He needed to be inside her.
“Come up here, baby. Please.” He tugged lightly on her hair. “I want to see you. I want you with me.”
Always.
She got to her feet and kicked off her shoes. She let that gorgeous hair of hers out of the bun she normally wore, the tresses flowing around her shoulders. She pulled her shirt off and then slipped out of her jeans.
There was a reason she was considered one of the most beautiful women in the world, but for him, her loveliness went so much deeper than what showed up on a picture. Ally was perfect for him because she was a mystery. She showed the world one thing, but the truth was for him.
He was a man who had a twin brother, who had been one of what seemed like endless sons who gave their all to the ranch. She saw him. Only him.
“West, are we in a committed relationship and can we both say neither of us has anything we could pass on to the other?”
“I don’t have an STI. I actually hadn’t had sex for a couple of months before you.” He wasn’t a player. Almost all the sex he’d ever had had occurred in relationships. This was the last relationship of his life. But he knew where she was going, and he knew she was on birth control. “Come here, baby. We don’t need to dig for a condom if you’re comfortable.”
Big Tag would yell at him, but he was willing to trust her. And he was also willing to take whatever came their way. He rather thought he would be a pretty good stay-at-home dad. Or follow-his-wife-around-while-she-chased-her-dreams dad.
That didn’t sound like such a bad thing. And he knew a good thing when she was standing in front of him completely, beautifully naked.
“I’m comfortable.” She climbed on him, straddling his hips. “With any outcome as long as we’re together. I’m not going anywhere, Rycroft.” She rubbed her pussy right along his dick. “I mean that figuratively, of course. We’re going to go to LA.”
Fuck, that felt like heaven.
“I’ll go wherever as long as you keep doing that to me.” He thrust up, filling her pussy with his hard length.
The pure pleasure damn near made his eyes roll to the back of his head.
She leaned back, changing the angle and working his cock. “That feels so good.”
She was a freaking goddess riding him, moving her hips and encasing him in her heat. She rode him until she shuddered and moaned out his name. He let himself go, let the orgasm rush through his system. His balls drew up and shot off, a crazy blast of pleasure as he filled her.
“I love you, West Rycroft,” she said, lowering her lips to his.
“Oh, god. West, what the hell? You’re supposed to leave like a sock on the door,” a familiar voice said.
They hadn’t noticed the door had come open.
Ally yelped and tried to grab a pillow to cover herself.
“I should never have to see that,” Rand complained as he raced around them to get to his bedroom.
“I thought it was beautiful,” Marty said with a smile. “You two keep going. Make some pretty babies for Uncle Marty to love.”
“We have to move,” Ally said, and then she broke into laughter.
“The straights are not all right,” Rand shouted.
He rather thought the straights were doing just fine. But they were definitely going to have to move.
Chapter Ten
West reached for the door to the studio and allowed her to walk through.
She forced herself because she really wanted to be back in bed with him. Today was going to be hard because she was going to tell her boss that he needed to stop being an asshole, and that never went well for her.
What had Channing said the day before? Something about how she’d done the hard work so younger women could feel safer.
Well, it was time for Ally to do some good for the little girls who would someday be in her position, and taking on Jay Clarke was how she planned to begin.
“Hey, baby, it’s my boss.” West stood in the doorway, holding his cell phone. “I should talk to him.”
She nodded. “I’m going to grab some coffee and then I’m due in hair and makeup. I promise I won’t leave the building.”
He put the phone to his ear. “Hey, Ian. What’s going on?”
She doubted Jay was here. He wouldn’t show up until everything was in place and they were ready to shoot. She likely had an hour or two before she had to deal with him.