Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 36673 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 183(@200wpm)___ 147(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36673 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 183(@200wpm)___ 147(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
“Fletcher.” I move my head when I feel the ghost of his lips trail along the column of my neck.
“A few more steps, then I’ll give you my mouth.” My mind conjures up exactly where he’ll use it. Will it be pressed against my own, will he strip me out of my clothes to suck on my nipples, or will he drop to his knees? I can imagine him lifting my thigh, placing it over his shoulder, and eating me like I’m his last meal.
“Jesus,” I breathe out. We take the steps together. My hand wraps around the handle, attempting to turn the damn knob. Fletcher doesn’t make this any easier when he sucks on my skin, pulling it into his mouth. My eyes shudder closed, and my chest heaves with each sensation his lips, his tongue, and the way he breathes make me feel. Goose bumps consume my body. I’m a lost cause. There’s no way I’ll be able to do what we both need and want now. Fletch’s hand covers mine, and he twists the handle, opening the door, then walks us inside, his legs on the outside of mine.
“Mouth.” I’m spun around, the door is kicked shut, and Fletcher doesn’t kiss me; that’s too small of a word for what he’s doing to me. He’s consuming me, mind, body, and soul.
Chapter 10
Fletch
“Sucks we can’t do this at your place.” We had a moment in her place, my mouth on hers, Delilah’s body melting into mine. Of course, I had to cut it short. Beau is nothing if not punctual, considering he had shit of his own to do. I knew when he got there, it was time to get to work. His heavy footsteps told me to cut it short. Delilah was none too thrilled, and when we pulled apart, neither was I. There was a reason for it, too. Cheeks red, nipples tight, and I could smell her arousal. My brother coming over to help, but also at the thought he could see my woman like this, did not make me happy. In fact, I was ready to demand she put a jacket on. Delilah has an issue with wearing bras, not that I blame her, seeing as I’m reaping the rewards whenever I’m around. She must have been reading my mind. At the first knock on her door, she reached for a jacket. I’d have said something, but I would have come off as a callous asshole. She saved me from showing my ass.
“Yeah, well, your truck is massive. Besides that, I wouldn’t put it past my dad to do a drive-by on his way home. A habit I seemed to have picked up from him.” My truck isn’t even that big. A black Chevrolet 2500 isn’t big when you grew up on a farm. There are times you have to pull a trailer, and you don’t want to get stuck in the wet Georgia clay. I lift my head off the pillow. She’s got hers tilted in upward on my chest. That bit of information has my attention. Delilah always does, but now I want to know exactly what she’s talking about.
“Why would you be driving by?” I ask. We’re on the couch. I’m flat on my back, and she’s wedged between my body and the back of the couch. We once again didn’t make it to my bed for our first round. This time, I bent her over the back of the couch, and when we were finished, we landed here. Her legs were like jelly, and my own weren’t much better. Now she’s wrapped around my body, my fingers massaging the nape of her neck. I’ve got her leg hitched over mine, and there’s a mess between her legs leaking on me. It’s fucking hot as hell how she doesn’t seem to mind, and I damn sure don’t.
“Because I knew, Fletcher. I knew that one time with you would never be enough. I didn’t have your number, you know. I couldn’t necessarily ask my dad, so I drove by the station waiting to see if your police car was in the parking lot so I could thank you. Obviously, you weren’t there, and I finally asked Dad where you were. He told me. A quick phone call to my mom, and you know the rest.” The look on her face is priceless. She’s proud of herself. Damn, so am I. Delilah Taylor, when she wants something, she goes after it. I’m not even going to talk about how I was too much of a dumbass not to do similar. I should have known there was no denying the attraction.
“Thank fuck you did. My head was so screwed up and stuck up my own ass. I can’t say I would have done similar.” She scoots up, leaving a trail of our combined cum, a slight hiss leaving her lips. “You sore, baby?” I ask.