Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22250 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22250 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
“This is how naughty girls get fucked,” he says as he withdraws only to slam into me again. His balls slap against my ass, reminding me of the day he paddled me. He drove to the flower shop and brought me home during lunch. He gave me a spanking and took away my panties because he wanted me to be thinking of him and only him. Then I had to go back to work with a burning bottom. My ass still tingles every time I see that wooden hairbrush. As far as I know, he doesn’t even use it for anything but that.
“Cam,” I call his name in a warning. I’m so close to coming but I want him to come with me. I want to experience this amazing, magical euphoria with the man I love. The one who calls me naughty and takes me in a dark closet just because he can.
“Say it,” he says as he reaches around me, pressing the heel of his hand against my oversensitive clit.
I’m too gone to feel embarrassment or shame as I tell him the truth. “This cunt is your property, and you’ll do whatever you like with it.”
“Such a good girl,” he croons. He applies just enough pressure to send me over the edge. The pleasure overwhelms me until my every sense fades to the pulse between my legs.
As I float back down to earth, I feel his release start. He sends come deep into my channel, the sensation reminding me who I belong to. Cam, my man and my soon-to-be husband.
After, we cuddle in the closet. Our heartbeats slow down together, and I smile up at him in the dark. “I’m so glad we found each other.”
“That makes two of us, baby. I plan to spend the rest of my life spoiling you and our little ones.”
“Little one,” I clarify. I made the mistake of watching a birthing video yesterday. After that, I told Cam only one baby would be coming from my body. He chuckled and said we could always adopt or foster.
“You and the little one and the ones we adopt,” he clarifies before reaching for the light switch in the community pantry. He turns it on, blinding both of us temporarily. When we can see, he reaches for the paper towels and cleans me.
Just as we’re heading back to the reception, he takes my hand in his. “I can’t wait to marry you tomorrow.”
“I’m looking forward to it too,” I whisper as I follow him outside to our party.
When I told Gray I was getting married, he insisted on hosting the wedding here. I think partly because he wanted to vet Derek and Cam. But once he met them, he relaxed a little. He knows they’re good guys and they’re taking care of me.
Gray looks up from the grill where he’s putting on hotdogs and steaks. All of Courage County is here at his place, and he’s roomed the entire wedding party on almost no notice. I tried to tell him we’d pay for it, but he insisted this is his wedding gift to me. For such a grumpy mountain man, he has a heart of gold underneath.
“It smells good out here,” I tell him as I pass him the bottles of BBQ sauce.
He wraps an arm around me, giving me a side hug as he flips another burger. Cam growls and Gray releases me. “You ready to get married tomorrow?”
I give him an enthusiastic nod while Cam pulls me back into his arms, sliding his hands around my hips. I swear I’m constantly surrounded by growly alpha men who are so possessive. “I can’t believe you pulled this together for me.”
“For us,” Cam clarifies, shooting Gray a dark look.
But Gray is too busy scowling at something else. I turn my head and follow the direction of his gaze. He’s scowling at a young curvy woman who’s talking to a guy that has to be close to my age.
Something clicks in my brain. Last time we talked, he mentioned that he had to save a woman from a bear. “Is that the idiot tourist?”
I’m not being mean. He actually called her that. He insists that she gets on his nerves but I’m pretty sure that’s just because he likes her. I’ve never seen Gray fall for anyone. He might run the most popular wedding venue in the Southeast, but he doesn’t believe in love. Looks like that’s about to change.
He shoves the spatula at a venue worker who’s walked up and disappears into the crowd.
“I think there will be another wedding before the year is out,” I sing-song to Cam as I lean against his strong chest.
“Good. He’s too handsy with my girl.”
I laugh. “You think that about every man.”
“That’s because I’m the only one who should be allowed to touch you,” he says into my ear. His voice has gone deep again and even though we just had each other, I want him all over again.