Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 71348 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71348 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
It does nothing for me.
Goddamn it.
I square my shoulders with resolve. The move pushes my tits up against the low scoop of the blood-red dress that barely covers my intimate bits. With my nearly black hair, it’s the color that looks best on me. My eyes latch onto a group of three men and two women kissing and groping not ten feet from me. They are partially dressed, which suggests they are just getting started. One of the men looks up, and our eyes lock. He’s very handsome with longish brown hair and a trimmed beard. He grins wickedly and crooks his finger.
I put some extra sway in my hips as I start to walk his way.
For the second time tonight, my wrist is captured by a large hand. Before I even turn to see who has me, the prickles that had been racking my skin with extreme agitation immediately dull.
When I look over my shoulder, I’m not surprised to see Bodie.
And God… why does he have to look so good? Well-fit jeans, charcoal gray V-neck that hugs his muscled torso. That freakin’ mink-brown hair that seems messy and perfectly styled at the same time. It felt really damn good with my fingers running through it.
He’s too young, Rachel, I tell myself so I quit thinking about him that way, but it sounds totally hollow. I’ve never been one to box myself in by a stereotype. If I did, I wouldn’t be a member of an elite mercenary group since I’m a woman.
“What are you doing?” he asks, his hand locked tight on me.
A zing of lust pulses between my legs at the possessive tone of his voice. I have no clue why he feels he has the right to be possessive of me, but my body sure seems to like it.
A gamine smile spreads across my face, and I step into him. “Oh, come on, Bodie. You know what I’m doing. I’m getting ready to get fucked. It’s why we come to The Wicked Horse, right?”
His chocolate-brown eyes look past me to the group I’d been headed toward before coming back to me. “If you want to get fucked, I’ll be glad to do the honors. It’s not like I can get you any more pregnant.”
I gasp, but I don’t know if it’s from outrage or desire. I pretend I’m offended, though, and pull against his hold. “I don’t need your help to get fucked.”
Bodie’s hand tightens. He gives me a little jerk, and I fall into his body. My free hand goes to his chest to steady myself. His heartbeat thunders under my palm.
“There are plenty of women in here for you, Bodie,” I grit out. There’s no doubt he’s been fucking other women in here the last several weeks since our encounter, but I can’t hold it against him. We had no claims on each other.
My head tilts way back to look at him, and the intensity of his gaze makes my legs go weak. I almost sag against him when he brings his free hand to my stomach. Fingers splayed, he presses it against me and murmurs, “That’s my kid in there, so things have changed a bit. No one’s dick but mine gets near him. Or her. Whichever.”
“That’s ridiculous,” I sputter, now offended he would think he could dictate what my body can and can’t have in it. I ignore the way my sex starts to throb.
Bodie puts his mouth near my ear. His lips tickle my sensitive skin, and his words cause my panties to get wet. “Come on, Hart. What we did was great, and you know it. I’ll make it even better. I’ve been reading up on pregnancy, and I know your hormones are going crazy. I’ll gladly fuck you anytime you want.”
My clit starts to pulse, and I have to force myself not to spread my legs for him. I manage to huff out in feigned offense, “Not interested.”
The hand on my stomach drops and dips under my dress. Before I can even think to slam my legs closed against him, he inches a finger under my panties and slides it through my wet folds. My knees buckle, and he holds me upright just by his hold on my wrist.
“All evidence to the contrary,” he murmurs triumphantly.
I open my mouth to argue, but his finger slides into me deep. Nothing comes out but a long, needy moan. My head falls back, and my eyes flutter closed.
Bodie’s mouth goes to my neck where his lips whisper against my skin. “Mmm. So wet for me, Hart.”
“Not for you,” I mutter even as my hips rotate to get him to move inside of me.
He chuckles, and the confidence in his voice is grating. “All for me.”
Pulling his finger out, he presses the pad all slick with my juices against my clit and starts to torture me with tiny circles. I buck against him. He finally releases my wrist, only to bring that hand to my waist to pin me in place against him.