Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 99494 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99494 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
“Can you?” He swirls his hips, and my nails dig into his arms.
“Yes,” I hiss, and he slides out, then back in gently, giving me more.
After three more slow strokes, he finally bottoms out, and his eyes lock on mine.
“So fucking perfect.” Dipping his head to the side, he takes my mouth in a deep kiss while finding my hands and bringing them up over my head, locking them there as he rocks into me. His pelvis presses against my clit on each thrust, sending me closer and closer to the edge, which shouldn’t be possible.
Letting my mouth go, he picks up speed and pounds into me. My neck arches, and his fingers lace with mine still pressed into the mattress above my head.
“Oh my God.” I gasp for air when I feel myself start to pulse around him. Squeezing my eyes closed, I let my orgasm wash over me and soak in every second, every detail, as I come apart beneath him. Then, before I even have a moment to recover, he lets my hands go and flips us over to fall to his back, somehow never leaving me. Wrapping his hands around my waist, he slides them up to my breasts as I blink my eyes open and look down at him.
“Ride me,” he orders.
I lick my lips as I move my hands to his chest for purchase as I lift my hips, then fall down his length. In this position, he feels even bigger somehow, but it doesn’t take me long to adjust and start riding him hard and fast. I moan, my head falling back to my shoulders as he slides one hand between my legs. As he circles my clit, I hear him groan when I tighten around him, my body oversensitive and still on edge from the two orgasms I’ve already had.
“Fuck, Olivia, you’re going to be the death of me.” He takes his hand from between my legs when his words make me clench, and he grabs my ass, pulling me up and down on his length so hard that my breath hitches, and I come once again.
He fucks me through my orgasm, never letting up, then his hand wraps around the back of my neck, and he yanks my mouth down to his, kissing me hard as he finds his own release.
Breathing heavy, I fall limply against his chest, and his arms wrap around me, holding me tight as his chest heaves against mine, and both our hearts pound.
I close my eyes, completely out of breath and utterly exhausted, feeling his lips rest against the top of my head.
“You okay?” he asks after a long moment, and I nod, too tired to even speak. “I hate to leave you, but I need to take care of this condom.”
“Okay,” I murmur, and as he rolls me to my side, I instantly miss the feel of him inside me as he slides out.
“Be right back.” He kisses me softly, pulling the blanket over my shoulder before leaving the bed.
Half out of it, I hear the tap turn on in the bathroom, then frown when I hear what sounds like sirens cutting through the quiet, which seem to be getting closer.
Bracing my hand on the bed, I sit up to listen better. Yes, it’s definitely sirens, and they are getting closer.
“Is that the police?” I whisper to Bax when he steps out of the bathroom, wondering if it’s them or an ambulance.
“Sounds like it.” He grabs his boxers and puts them on, then picks up his pajama bottoms. Tossing back the blanket, I start to search for my clothes while he goes to the window, opens the curtain, and peeks out the blinds. I don’t have to ask him if the police are next door because I see the red and blue lights flashing through the window.
Dread fills my stomach as I hurry to find my clothes to get dressed.
“I’ll be back.” He stops in front of me with a T-shirt in his hand as I find my shorts tangled in the sheet.
“I just need to get dressed.”
“I want you to stay here. After I find out what’s going on, I’ll come and get you.”
“Bax—”
“Just stay, baby.” He wraps his hand around the back of my neck and presses his mouth to mine, kissing me hard right before he disappears out of sight while pulling on his shirt.
Putting on my shorts, I tie them at my waist, then search for my tank top that got shoved up under my pillow. Dressed, I grab my sweater and jog to the living room, finding Gemma sitting at the door where Bax obviously told her to stay.
Opening the door, I lean outside and notice three police cars parked on the street and two officers standing on the lawn with Bax and Kourtney. After slipping on my shoes, I wrap my sweater around me and step outside, making sure Gemma doesn’t get out. Like he senses me, Bax turns my way, and his jaw visibly hardens. I ignore him and look at Kourtney when she turns to face me, fear etched into her every feature.