Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22109 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22109 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
If she wants to go fishing again, I’ll go fishing again. If she wants me to lick her cunt until she screams, I’ll gladly do that, too. I just need to be with her. It’s a craving, and so I work through my task-list with grim determination.
By the time the ramp we’re constructing is finished, I log my mech suit in, race back to my quarters for a change of clothing, and then run out to grab one of the crew’s air-sleds to take out for the night. Jrrru is waiting next to the last one, his arms crossed, and gives me an amused look as I storm toward him. “She that good in bed, brother?”
“Better,” I admit, striding to the sled. “And if you ever say that again, I’ll rip your throat out.”
He holds his hands up, grinning. “I’m not saying anything bad. I’ve got your back, little brother. Who do you think saved you a sled when the others wanted to go out drinking tonight?”
I hesitate, because I didn’t mean to snarl at my brother. Jrrru is a good sort, and he truly does have my back. He didn’t say anything about me not returning to our quarters last night, even though it’s against our contract rules. “Sorry. It’s just…we’re only here until the job finishes. I want to spend every moment I can with her.”
“I understand. If anyone asks me, you’ve got a case of runny bowels from local food and you took a sled to visit the medic in town.” Jrrru pushes off the side of the air-sled. “Enjoy yourself. Tell her your brother says hello. Perhaps I’ll get to meet her at some point.”
It’s doubtful. Part of me doesn’t want to introduce her to my better-looking, more charming brother. He doesn’t have a gut from eating too much. He’s good with his words. I don’t want Chelsea falling in love with him instead. “Maybe.”
I take off with the sled and charge through the air at full speed. The sun is going down, and as I pull up to Chelsea’s farm, I wonder if I should have sent a comm in advance to let her know what time I’m arriving. I was in such a hurry that I didn’t think about it. My thoughts have been filled with her smile, the way her mouth feels under mine, those throaty gasps when I’m deep inside her…
She opens the door as I get out of the sled, a delighted grin on her face. “You’re here sooner than I thought!”
How do I tell her I’m already addicted to her?
Chelsea lifts her arms, tilting her face up for a greeting kiss as I approach. I kiss her, all right. I kiss her and haul her pretty plump backside up into the air, pulling her against me. She makes a sound of surprise, her arms anchoring to my neck, but as I continue to kiss her and haul her inside, she chuckles. “Someone missed me,” she says against my lips. “I missed you, too.”
“Need to get plas-film,” I tell her, hiking her skirts. She’s wearing a simple green dress today, which makes it easy to touch her. I stagger toward the kitchen, trying to hold onto her and touch her between her thighs at the same time.
“Plas-film today,” she agrees. “Tomorrow, we both get tested.”
I groan because I like the thought of that, of driving inside her, bare and delicious. “Tomorrow.”
I set her down atop the counter and pull a plas-film packet out of my pocket, ripping it open. My trou come open next, and then I’m kicking off my boots and shoving my clothes aside because I need her desperately and want to be inside her.
“Bedroom?” she asks, sliding down from the counter as I stroke the plas-film over my aching shaft. Her soft thighs are on display as she gets down, her dress catching and practically baring her ass.
I like the sight of it so much that I shake my head, turning her and pushing her back against the counter. I pull her dress up, revealing a scrap of fabric she’s wearing over the gorgeous globes of her magnificent ass. “Right here.”
She whimpers, leaning over the counter, and I pull the undergarment off of her. It smells like her cunt, and the gusset that goes between her legs is damp with her arousal. When she spreads her legs for me, I get more of her scent, and it drives me insane with lust.
I push her thighs apart as I straighten, running my fingers carefully over her soft cunt until I find the entrance to her body. She’s wet and slippery here, rocking against my touch. Guiding my cock to her core, I thrust into her, and when Chelsea moans and arches back, I put a hand on her shoulder, clamping her in place.