Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 77415 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77415 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
She stiffened slightly in my arms and looked up at me worriedly. “You’re shitting me.”
I shook my head. “Nope. Saw them at the airport, of all places, right after I moved back down here. They were heading home from a funeral, and I was picking Linc up after he came home from a football camp in Tennessee.”
She tilted her head back and looked up at me. Those hazel eyes of hers were a deep dark green today. “Well?”
I snorted.
“Didn’t even stop to talk to them. Walked right past them while my mother stared at me in shock.”
She touched the silvering hair right at my temple.
“Other than a few lighter hairs,” she teased. “And a few more muscles,” she let her hands trail down my shoulders to my forearms. “You haven’t changed at all in fourteen years.”
I snorted and yanked her even closer.
“You’ve changed,” I told her. “Your thighs are a little thicker,” she gasped in outrage, “and that ass of yours is even juicier than it used to be. When you wear those yoga pants, it makes me want to rip them off and shove my way inside of you.”
She shivered.
“That wouldn’t bother me, to be honest,” she teased, trailing her finger down the center of my chest. “In fact, I’m ready and willing whenever you want me.”
“So like right now?” I asked. “If I asked you if you’d bend over and put your hands against the brick wall, you’d do it?”
She licked her lips.
“In a heartbeat.”
“And if I unbuttoned those jeans and pushed them down to your ankles, and slipped a finger inside of you, you’d let me?”
She buried her face into my neck.
“I’d let you do whatever you wanted to do. If you asked me to jump, I’d ask how high.”
The grin on my face was more of a leer rather than a smile.
When I fisted her hair with one hand, and let my other trail down the length of her backside, coming to a stop with my fingers just barely brushing the seam of her pants just over the heat of her, she started to shake.
“You are mine to do with as I please?” I rasped.
A loud burst of laughter came from the house, and we both froze.
“As long as you keep it to the shadows,” she whispered. “I like your club, but my brother’s one of them, and I’d hate for him to get an eyeful of you shoving that cock into me.”
I growled and moved, pulling her with me further and deeper into the shadows.
“One of these days, we’re going to have spontaneous sex in our bed,” I told her. “But that day’s not today.”
She laughed quietly, gasping lightly when her back met the brick of the house.
I pulled away only long enough to twist her around, and she pressed her face lightly against the brick of Aaron’s house.
“Do it,” she ordered.
I did it, letting my hands trail down over her breasts and waist on my way down to her jeans.
Jeans that weren’t actually jeans.
“They’re leggings,” I growled.
“Yeah.” I could hear the laughter in her voice. “They’re jeggings. Leggings that are made to look like jeans.”
I peeled the leggings down her thighs, stopping only once to run my hand lightly over her rounded ass before I shoved them down to her ankles.
“Beautiful,” I trailed one finger down the crack of her ass, feeling the silky fabric of her thong.
“Hurry,” she ordered.
I smacked her ass.
“Don’t rush me,” I ordered, following up with another smack to the other cheek—just so they’d match.
She breathed out shakily.
I took that as consent and hooked my large fingers into the tiny waistband of her panties, and slowly pulled them down her thighs.
As I moved, I bent down and trailed my tongue down one cheek of her ass, causing her to hiss in a breath.
“Gonna fuck you,” I told her. “And you’re going to be quiet or I’ll stop.”
I sank my teeth into the flesh of her ass, causing her to moan.
“Gonna sink my cock so far inside of you that you’ll feel it in your throat,” I informed her. “You’ll be feeling me for the rest of the night. You’ll have to sit there and speak with your friends—your brother—with the feeling of me still inside of you. And when we get home, I’ll use that wetness to fuck you again.”
A low keen started in her throat.
I stood up and unbuttoned my jeans, the roughened skin of my knuckles brushing painfully against my hardened cock.
The clink of my belt buckle seemed loud in the night, and I could feel tiny goosebumps breaking out over Ellen’s hip where one of my hands rested.
“So do you want it hard and fast?” I pushed my underwear down so that my cock popped free of its confines. “Or do you want it slow and deep?”
I pushed my erection into the soft padding of her ass, biting my lip to hold back the groan of need tearing through me.