Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 87904 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87904 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
But if my favorite big, dumb cowboy in the world wanted me right now, I wouldn’t dream of stopping him.
The same possessive look fell over his eyes again, and he was like a lion hunting his prey. He leaned back in slowly, teasing me again, resting his forehead against mine. Drops of water continually cascaded between us, running down our faces as he held me there.
“You make me crazy,” he said, his voice full of fire. His lips were so close to mine, but he wouldn’t give them to me, prolonging the moment as my cock ached like hell between my legs.
“I would do anything for you,” I whispered, almost scared by how true it was.
He groaned softly as he leaned back in and kissed me. He let his lips linger on mine like he hadn’t before, kissing me hard and slow, like he was making a point. He was taking his time, opening up to me as I finally opened to him. I wrapped both my arms around his hips, clutching him close to me, digging my fingertips into his skin.
Unlike anyone else I’d been with, I trusted Red completely. I trusted that he knew my body even better than I did.
His soft, wet hair brushed against my jawline as he moved to press a slow kiss to the side of my neck, and I couldn’t help but laugh a little, unexpectedly.
“It fucking tickles,” I said softly, squirming a little in his arms. He was clutching me so close already, but he held me tighter now, looking down at me.
“I forgot how ticklish you are.”
I tried, but there was no chance I’d be able to squirm out of his grasp. He teased me, running the tip of his tongue gently along the skin at the base of my neck. I groaned.
“You’re the worst,” I said.
“You love it,” he said, dipping lower to flick his tongue across my nipple.
“Jesus,” I whispered, arching my back slightly as my cock somehow got even harder than it already was.
“I’ll stop torturing you,” he said, coming back up. “Maybe.”
I thought he would let me go, but his arms remained tight around me, like he was having a hard time letting me go. His eyes danced across my face, and I had a second to catch my breath.
It almost felt dangerous how quickly Red had erased the feeling of emptiness from me tonight.
The second he appeared behind me in the garden, it was like half of my emptiness was lifted already. But now, as he touched me and finally kissed me, I felt like I was whole again. It was a feeling I had chased for years with drugs and alcohol, but never been able to catch.
But here it was. Right in front of me, in the form of a man I wanted so badly it fucking hurt. He was looking at me like I was the only person in the world who mattered. Red had always been so good at that.
“Maybe I want you to keep torturing me,” I said.
Something flashed across his face, and in a moment, he turned me around in his arms so that I was facing the back of the shower. He pressed his body up against the back of mine, his cock pushed up between my ass cheeks as he leaned forward.
Good fucking Lord.
I pressed my palms to the tile in front of me, shoving my ass back up against him.
“If you’re going to tease me, I’m going to tease you right back,” I said.
“Who said anything about teasing?” Red growled near my ear. His arms wrapped around me again, from behind this time. His palm rested on my cock, and after a moment, he began to stroke me.
“Jesus,” I whispered. My body relaxed against his, my ass pushing back onto him. His lips trailed over the back of my neck, kissing me slowly as he worked his fist around my cock.
And again, it all felt so new. It was as if it were the first time anybody had given me a hand job, for God’s sake. My whole body tingled and I moaned deeply as he stroked, steadying myself against the cold tile.
“What’s up?” he murmured behind me, and I felt his lips move against my neck.
“It’s just—I’m so fucking sensitive now—” I said, pulling in another sharp breath.
“Are you?” he said, gripping me a little tighter. I bucked my hips.
“Very much so,” I said. “It’s like sex is completely new again. I can’t even imagine what it’ll feel like when I get fucked again.”
Red hummed deeply. “It’ll be like the first time all over again,” he said.
“Hopefully better than that,” I said. He ran his thumb in a circle along my tip and it made me full-body shudder.
“Never thought I’d get to re-introduce you to how good it feels to be fucked,” Red said.