The Long Road Home (These Valley Days #1) Read Online Bethany Kris

Categories Genre: Action, Contemporary, Erotic, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: These Valley Days Series by Bethany Kris
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Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 112249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 561(@200wpm)___ 449(@250wpm)___ 374(@300wpm)
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He found rum and mint on her breath.

She’d brushed her teeth, but then made tea.

Someone was trying a new thing.

The gray cotton of her panties and matching sports bra did little to hide her dampness between her legs when their hips rocked together or how her nipples hardened to peaks crushed to his chest. It wasn’t until his lungs began to ache that he finally broke the sweeps of their lips.

He pushed the loose flyaway strands of her blonde hair back from her face. The rest, up high in a messy bun that still looked good even for bed, blocked the glare of the hanging light fixture over the bed. All he could see was her.

Beautiful eyes colored like the sea.

A smile so sweet.

There was not one part of her face—and he’d studied it hard—that he couldn’t picture when he closed his eyes. This girl was in his dreams.

“I love you,” she whispered.

His thumbs stilled against her hairline having given up on the flyaway hair that wouldn’t lay flat no matter what he did. It hadn’t been very long since the two shared those three little words, but he noticed that he often had to say it first. Not that Malachi minded; he understood she was still trying to figure out how to trust those words again and not be frightened of them.

“I love you, too, babe.”

Gracen grinned bigger, but it melted into something sinful when her hands slid down his stomach as she pushed up to sit. Their lips may have stopped connecting for a moment, but their bodies had not. She shifted enough to fish his hard cock out from the slit in the front of his boxers. It took minor maneuvering of her hips for her to fit his cock under the gusset of her panties.

She fell back on him again, after that.

There was something wickedly divine about his bare dick sliding inside her panties with every rock of their hips. Between her fleshy pussy lips where her hot slickness waited to juice his cock with every stroke. Her bottom lip started to quiver with her trembling breaths, the firmer their bodies moved together and even her fingernails found purchase in the muscles of his arms.

That bite of pain was perfect, though.

It kept him under control.

“Oh, God,” she breathed, her hips shifting a little faster on him, “I think I could come like this.”

“You should—do it for me so I’m good and wet, babe,” he urged.

He fisted two handfuls of her ass, hoping to Jesus he left fingerprints behind to admire in the morning when he pulled her into the shower, and dragged her harder and faster along the shaft of his cock. Her hips jerked, and she let out one of those broken, high cries he loved so much when her release finally came.

Gracen was still panting, and laughing at his impatience, into the duvet when he flipped them over on the bed again. On her knees with her ass high, he didn’t even bother to take her sopping panties off. He liked the way they look bunched up against her ass cheek and soaking wet from their fun.

“Oh, fuck,” she praised when he slid in, deep and slow.

Malachi wanted to feel every tight inch. All the way to his balls. She’d asked the night before if they could stop reaching for condoms—weren’t they both adults? Didn’t they know what they were trying to do here together?

He’d never fucked raw.

He wouldn’t fuck Gracen any other way, now.

Giving her creamy ass a smack to add to the pinkness already blooming there, Malachi asked, “You want it hard?”

She shook her ass against him, that pussy filled with his cock, and clapped her hands in a steady beat. “Don’t fucking stop.”

That meant she wanted her face shoved into the mattress and her ass warm from the sting from start to finish. Malachi could do that; he’d give this woman anything she wanted.

*

“Would you be mad if I got you one more thing for your housewarming?” Malachi asked Gracen as she spooned him from the front.

Even with his lips against her throat, he could feel the way her lips pouted a bit. “What did you do?”

“Found something in town.”

Gracen laughed loudly, causing a quiet meow from the other side of the darkened bedroom. “What?”

“Yeah, when I went in for gas this morning.”

She didn’t question him further, but frankly, Malachi didn’t give her the chance, either. He rolled out of bed and ignored the cold hardwood floors pressing against the soles of his feet as he crossed the room. Quickly enough, he found the gift bag he’d shoved into one of his duffels.

“I meant to give it to you earlier,” he told Gracen as she flicked on the one lamp currently in the house.

The light illuminated enough of the space from her side of the bed that he could make a trek over there without stubbing his toe on the rock-solid bed frame. A feat, really. He’d not been so lucky the night before.


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