Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 96790 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96790 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
Two fingers slide down my center until their pushing into me and I clench around him.
He growls, pumps them twice, then removes his hand, his fingertips now biting into my ass.
He aligns himself with my entrance.
He growls, pushing inside me in one deep thrust, only to pull out completely, all so he can do it again and again.
Rougher, faster, and I clench around him, an airy moan slipping past my lips. My head drops back and he grips my hair.
He becomes frantic, deep growls leaving him, his breathing erratic and loud.
When my body starts to quake, he pulls out, smacking my ass cheek, then squeezing. “You don’t get to come yet.”
He slides his dick coated with my juices up and down my ass crack and I twitch. Maddoc slams back in and my knees try to close, but he nudges them apart more. Pushing my shoulders down until my chest hits the mattress, he scoots closer, drives deeper, my ass completely in the air for him to rub on.
“You denied me,” he rasps, flexing inside me.
“Yes,” I breathe.
“You kept things from me.”
“I did.” I squeeze my eyes shut, trying not to let go but, fuck me, I’m so close.
He grinds his hips against me, my ass cheeks spread as wide as they can go so he can get in me as far as the position allows.
He places his wet thumb over my hole and pushes, making me whimper.
He feels it, me about to come, my pussy clinging to his dick, begging.
Maddoc pulls out and I’m on my back, him sliding inside me in the next second. He grips my right knee, pushing it up to my side, and hot breath hits my ear.
I shudder beneath him.
“You protected me,” he whispers, biting at the flesh there before kissing it gently.
I nod against the pillow, my back arching slightly, hips rolling to meet his.
He grinds against me. “I didn’t need you to, but you did it anyway.”
My heart beats faster, my hands shooting up to grip him by the ribs.
His pace slows, still just as deep, still just as hungry, but ... different. His next words have my heart stopping.
“You left me,” he whispers.
My eyes squeeze closed a minute, and when I push on his chest, he lets me roll him over so I can climb up. I slide down on top of him, unable to keep from grinding against him and his hands slip up my stomach, cupping my breasts. I brush his hair back.
“I didn’t want to.”
He eyes me before a tightness covers his features. “I know. And that tells me everything.”
I’m spun back to the mattress.
He breathes against my mouth. “Let me drive, baby.”
I clench around him, unable to speak, so I nod.
He starts moving, slow and steady. He fucks me deep and filling, and when I moan against his mouth, his lips finally fall on mine in a punishing kiss I fucking love.
My body is shaking uncontrollably now, my thighs clenching against him and he releases my lips.
“You can come now, baby.” He slides his mouth across mine, pushing in deeper than ever and I gasp. “Come with me.”
His body jerks with mine and together, partners in crime, we finish.
I could never get enough of this.
We only get a few minutes to catch our breath before tires crunching gravel has our stares meeting.
Slowly we stand, clean ourselves up, and redress.
He pulls me against him, running his lips over mine, before gripping my cheeks and kissing me slow. Different. “It’s time.”
We get downstairs only seconds before the front door opens.
Captain and Royce walk in, Maybell slowly entering behind them.
She looks solemn as she tries to smile, but there is a deeper issue plaguing her. “You ready, boy?”
He nods, skims his lips over my hair and walks to her.
He kisses her temple and she wraps her arm around his. Together they walk out front.
Royce, Captain, and I follow a few feet behind, making it out onto the porch right as a police car creeps through the trees.
My eyes widen and I take a step toward them, but Royce wraps an arm around my shoulder. “No,” he whispers. “He can handle this, RaeRae,” he says meekly, kissing my hair and my features tighten.
The officer steps out, his face drawn up in uncertainty as he steps toward Maddoc. It’s not a cop I’ve seen around here, but he seems well aware of who he’s here to arrest, fear clearly etched across his face.
But Maddoc gives a curt nod and the man relaxes, signals for him to turn around then places cuffs across his wrists.
His eyes meet mine over the hood and hold, then shift to his brothers’ before he’s placed in the back seat.
Maybell climbs in front.
“What do we do?” I whisper as the taillights disappear.
“We wait.”
“For?”
“Dad.”
It’s been three days since we’ve seen or heard from Maddoc. Three days since we’ve seen or heard from anyone, actually, since we stayed locked inside waiting for contact that never came. Today, though, we had to be at school because of the game. The team would already be short Maddoc, and the guys refused to leave them hanging.