Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 141281 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 706(@200wpm)___ 565(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 141281 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 706(@200wpm)___ 565(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
“Yeah. I can’t wait,” she whispers excitedly.
If only she knew I don’t just mean having her under me.
Because the day I leave this hospital, I’m marching straight to the bank when she isn’t looking, where I’ve got my vault.
My grandma’s ring is there, and with one small adjustment, I’m sure it’ll be Delia’s size.
I’m glad as hell Gram kept that on the down-low. Ma never knew about it and couldn’t just pawn it off for drug money or another cruise to hunt down her next man toy.
Sure, I thought about buying her something more modern, whatever comes with the biggest diamond I can afford while I was rotting away in that cell.
But diamonds grow on trees in this town of loaded rich dicks, and so do designer rings.
Delia deserves nothing but the best.
There’s no other ring on the planet like this one, an intricate and beautiful design fit for royalty.
Who else’s finger would it ever fit?
It was made for the only woman who could ever keep bringing me back, making me my best self.
Today, as I sit in the sun holding her, I’m the one who’s experiencing shock and awe when I know how grateful she is that I’m home.
With every last breath, I’m thanking all the lucky stars in the sky that I’m alive and loved.
In under a week, it’s Delia’s turn to be awed, and I vow I’ll blow her panties off.
* * *
She’s there for me the day I’m discharged.
We swing by my place to pick up a few supplies and stop for our rental truck. Then we head south, out of the city.
I’m not wasting any time moving on to warmer beaches and this cozy little rental I’ve reserved.
“Where do you think you’re going, beautiful?” I ask.
We’ve just walked inside and she tries to walk past me. I grab her, pull her into the bathroom, and put my lips on hers.
“I need a shower. Newsflash, you’re joining me,” I say.
Her hands slide down my chest. Fuck, a thousand words can’t describe how much I’ve missed those nimble little fingers on my skin.
With fall styles in full swing, I’m missing her skirts, but I still can’t wait to get her jeans off so I can feel how wet she is. Her pussy has a scale ranging from juicy peach to strawberry wine and I’m not shy about letting her know it.
“Yeah, you’d better bite that lip,” I growl in her ear. “You’ll be doing a whole damn lot of that this week so start in early.”
“Poor man. You’ve been so deprived,” she whispers shyly.
“Babe, these balls are smurfberries. I’m counting on you to make them human again.” It’s my turn to bite her soft bottom lip as I lean forward.
My hand finds her ass and starts stripping her naked. Delia stands shyly, still biting her lip, trying to play down the fact that she wants this as much as I do.
I’d bet my last dollar she’s missed being ravaged.
When she steps out of her clothes a minute later, I slide the thick bathroom door shut and flatten her against it, breathing deep, inhaling her like the unhinged animal I am.
“No clue. You have no fucking clue how bad I’ve missed you,” I whisper, sucking at her throat, hellbent on marking her. “Shit, Delia. Do you even know how many times I stroked my cock to you while I was laid up? I thought they’d need to sedate me.”
I can’t wait another second.
My hand slides between her legs and pushes them apart.
Then my fingers find her heat, sinking deep into that pussy I’ve spent an eternity in hell waiting for.
She feels just as slick and hot as our first time.
Hell, I swear she’s wetter, aching for me like a flower waiting for a honeybee.
My nostrils flare as her scent fills the air, driving me to goddamned madness.
And I breathe deeper, trembling to the bone a little more with every breath.
My fingers stroke her tight cunt while my tongue winds around hers, drinking her greedily.
Yeah, fuck, I want to take her like the last few weeks never happened.
I need her to know we’re picking up right where we left off.
When she crumples against me with a fluttering moan, I lift my hand up and suck my fingers, making sure our eyes stay locked.
“This. This is all I thought about when those fuckers were pounding me to a bloody mess.” The confession spills out of me. Delia’s eyes go wide, concern and sadness swirling with her lust. “Your taste, your body, your heart, your everything, baby. You kept me sane. You kept me alive.”
“Chris...” Her red lips quiver.
So does mine for a different reason.
Hearing my name on her lips with that need boiling up her throat is dangerous.
It’s everything I’ve waited months to hear, and all I need to send her over the edge, gliding with me.