Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 122097 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 610(@200wpm)___ 488(@250wpm)___ 407(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 122097 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 610(@200wpm)___ 488(@250wpm)___ 407(@300wpm)
He stands up, his dick long and hard falling out of his pants. I’m instantly drawn to the motion of his hand as he jerks himself off. All the while his eyes are locked on mine.
Taking a step forward, he reaches for me, grabbing me behind the knees and pulling me towards him until my knees are gripping his hips.
Collin smiles a wicked smile—one that is also very alluring and sexy at the same time—and then he leans forward and slides his hands up my stomach until they are gripping my breasts. A moment later his mouth is over a nipple, teasing it with his teeth. Nipping it, then soothing it with his tongue.
At the same time, he’s right up against my entrance and even though I just came seconds ago, when he pushes inside me, I’m nearly ready to explode again.
He’s hard, and thick, and I have a moment to think about how he’s stretching me, and how good it feels, and then… I just do it again.
Bucking, and arching, and moaning, and begging. Oh, my God, I’m begging. “More, Collin. More. Go deeper.”
“You don’t need to tell me twice.” Collin growls this out, his voice all husky and filled with desire. And then he’s thrusting up inside me. Once. Twice. And then we’re just fucking. His hips going faster as I lift mine up and back, keeping up with the new rhythm. He’s biting my neck, and squeezing my breasts, and I’m coming again.
It’s all a blur after that. Wave after wave of explosion. Like I’ve never had sex before in my life. Like I’m starving, and thirsty, and he’s a sweet piece of fruit and a cool drink of water at the same time.
It ends, eventually. And then next thing I know, he’s got his arms wrapped around me, his face pressed into my neck, and we’re lying together on top of the covers, breathing hard and heavy.
But he’s not still. His hands are wandering. Caressing my thigh and hip.
I could go again.
I could go all night with this man. And I’m just about to ask him what he thinks about that when his phone buzzes.
“Shit.” He sits up in bed, fishing around in his pocket because he’s still got his fuckin’ pants on. “Yeah.” He answers the phone. “Yeah, yeah. We’re on our way. Be there in like thirty.” He ends the call and lies back down, reaching for me. “Amon. He and I have a meeting tonight. I wanna say no. I wanna stay here with you, but it’s business I need to talk out with him. So…”
I sigh. “Well, I was just about to ask you if you’d like to fuck me all night. But it’s fine. Let’s get you to your meeting.”
I make to get up, but he grabs me, pulling me back down and laughing. “Lowyn, I’m gonna give you a three-hour reprieve. But if you think I won’t be fucking you all night when we get back here later, you’re out of your damn mind.”
He squeezes me, ticklin’ me a little. And I giggle like a fuckin’ girl. But it’s good. And… yeah. I could fall right into this. Right back into him.
And I think I will.
Ithink about the shower Lowyn and I took the whole drive back to the compound. I told Amon thirty minutes, so we didn’t have time to do much more than soap each other up and wash each other’s hair, but it was enough.
More than enough.
The thing that stands out, though, is how comfortable it feels. We never did this kind of shit as kids. Kissing, a little fooling around with my hand up her shirt. Her hand in my pants. That one time up in the hills in the tent. It was truly teenager stuff. There was no showering together. No getting naked in front of each other. No oral, either.
But everything about us being together right now feels like that. Like no time has passed. Like high school is just right behind us. Like everything is the way it should be.
And it’s just weird how two people who didn’t even part on good terms can fall back into a life together so easily, even though the life we’re fallin’ into didn’t even exist until now.
There are a lot of romantic notions wrapped up in these thoughts. Something about soulmates, maybe.
When I glance over at Lowyn, shadows dancing across her face from passing under the occasional street light, I find her looking at me. “What? What’s on your mind, Low?”
“You. There’s nothing on my mind but you right now, Collin Creed.”
I smirk at this. “You’re thinking about tonight, aren’t you? You’re thinkin’…” She’s already giggling. “You’re thinking… ‘How in the world am I gonna last three hours without his mouth between my legs?’”
She huffs out a breath. “I swear to God, I had no idea you were a dirty talker in bed, Collin.”