Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 100470 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100470 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
“Ryder,” she murmurs, need making her voice raspy.
I love the way my name sounds on her lips. I nip and suck it off her mouth, tasting every syllable. I crave to devour it in one gulp but yearn to also savor every drop.
My hands find her ass and I easily lift her small frame. Her legs wrap around my waist while her fingers clutch onto my neck. Turning, I pin her against the barn, thrusting my tongue into her mouth once more. The small, needy moans she’s making have my dick hard as steel. Pressing against her, I grind against her pussy, loving that I can feel the heat of it through my clothes.
I could yank her jeans down and fuck her right now.
God, that’s tempting.
All the reasons this is a bad idea niggle at my mind, but I’m too distracted by her mouth, her roaming fingers, her pussy. Reaching down between us, while holding her up with one hand, I fumble with the button of her jeans. She writhes in my grip, rolling her hips toward me, urging me to take what I need. I manage to tug the zipper down far enough to gain me the access required to bring her pleasure.
“Oh,” she whispers as my hand pushes past her underwear, seeking the soft, wet parts of her I ache to touch. “Yessss.”
I grin against her lips as my finger rubs over her clit. She arches, her whole body shuddering with just one stroke. Nipping at her bottom lip, I tease over her throbbing clit again, marveling over how hot it is to the touch. We both groan with pleasure when my finger slides inside her slick body.
Fuck, she’s so tight.
I can almost imagine my dick being sucked into her heat. She’s right. It wouldn’t take but ten seconds inside of her before I came.
“Raegan?”
The sound of Mom’s voice incredibly close has us both freezing. I slip my hand out of her panties and set her on her feet. She fumbles to quickly buckle her jeans.
I press a quick kiss to her swollen lips and then gesture in the other direction. “Go that way. I’ll deal with Mom.”
She gives me a nod, steals one more kiss, and then disappears. I palm my dick through my jeans, trying to calm it, and take a breath before striding over to where I can hear Mom calling for my sister.
“Boo,” I tease, jumping from the shadows.
Mom smacks me in the shoulder. “Don’t do that! You scared the shit out of me.”
“Sorry.” I grin, hoping like hell she can’t see the guilt written all over my features. “What’s up?”
She studies me for a beat before casting her eyes toward the gate. “You seen Raegan?”
“She was getting her hair cut. Maybe she’s still in the RV with Aunt Eve.”
Mom relaxes and nods. “I’ll go check there. If you see her, tell her I’m looking for her. Declan is having a bit of a tantrum and wants to see her.”
“Yeah, of course.”
She starts to go in for a hug and I maneuver my body, offering a side hug instead. There’s no way in hell my mother needs to know about the raging boner my sister just gave me.
As soon as she’s gone, I let out a sharp, relieved breath. That was close. Too fucking close for comfort.
I need to be careful.
If Mom had stumbled in on me with my hand down Raegan’s pants, there’s no telling what she would have done.
Thoughts of Dad chasing me with a shotgun take over.
Fuck.
We can’t do that shit ever again. I’m not looking to die.
* * *
* * *
Ever since last night, when things got hot and heavy behind the barn, Ryder has been avoiding me. He even slept with the door blocked to his cabin, which meant when I attempted to sneak in when everyone was asleep, I couldn’t. Now, he’s gone with Wild, Chet, and Sadie to the river.
I want to throttle him.
To demand to know why he keeps giving me mixed signals.
It’s frustrating.
Mostly, I want to punch him for making me feel alone. Dad was able to get out of bed and sit by the fire this evening, which should have been something to celebrate, but I could barely contain the hurt of how Ryder has made me feel.
“Do we think any of the survivors will try and return?” Dad asks Uncle Atticus, wincing slightly in pain.
Uncle Atticus shrugs. “From what Rowdy told me, there’s only a handful of them left. Mostly kids. A guy named Tom and a woman who was married to one of the men Rowdy killed.”
“And Logan?” Dad grits his teeth, scanning the area for Ronan and relaxing when he doesn’t see him. “Is there a chance he could come back?”
I sit away from the fire, listening but not joining in on the conversation. Mom and Aunt Eve are busy with the kids, keeping them corralled and out of trouble. Destiny sits between Rowdy and Mom, head down and fixated on her lap. Kristen, an outsider to our group, does her best to fit in with Mom and Aunt Eve, though I can tell it’s forced. I’m anxious to know what Uncle Atticus thinks about Logan.