Wildest Dreams (The Wilds of Montana #3) Read Online Kristen Proby

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: The Wilds of Montana Series by Kristen Proby
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Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 100090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
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Since talking about him all evening with my family, Ryan is even more front and center in my mind, and I admit, I miss the hell out of him. I know he’s important, and he’s busy, but I would give just about anything to hear his voice.

“Screw it,” I mutter and reach for my phone. I’ll call him. I’ll probably get his voicemail, but I don’t care. I tap the screen and hold the phone to my ear, and to my utter shock, he answers.

“Polly?”

“Hey,” I reply. “I’m sorry, you’re probably busy⁠—”

“Never too busy. Hold on one sec.” He pulls the phone away from his mouth, but I can still hear him. “I have to take this very important phone call. Everyone, take a break. I’ll be in my office.”

He’s walking. I hear a door shut, and then he’s back.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes. I’m sorry, Ryan. This isn’t an emergency. I shouldn’t have pulled you out of a meeting.” Guilt sits heavy in my stomach. I interrupted something important just because I couldn’t sleep.

That’s ridiculous.

“Don’t be sorry,” he says with a sigh, and I hear him sit in a chair. “I needed the break and to hear your voice. But it has to be two in the morning there.”

“It is,” I admit. “I can’t sleep. It’s too hot in my house, and I’m uncomfortable, and because it’s the middle of the night here, and dark, I can admit that I miss you.”

“You can only admit that in the middle of the night?” I can hear the smile in his voice, and it makes me relax. Hell, everything about Ryan calms me down. I can already feel my muscles loosening, and I sink down into the mattress, getting cozy.

“Maybe.” I chuckle and fling my arm over my head.

“Tell me what you’re doing,” he says.

“I’m lying in bed, no covers because, like I said, hot, staring at the ceiling.”

“What are you wearing, sweetheart?”

Fucking hell, I love it when his voice goes all deep and growly like that. “Not a damn thing.”

He sighs. “Is that what you always sleep in?”

“Yeah, actually. I guess we’ve never actually slept through the night together, have we?”

“That’s something I plan to rectify at my first opportunity.”

“How are you? Don’t get me wrong, the flirting is fun, but I want to know how you are, Ryan.”

There’s that sigh again, and it makes me frown.

“I’m doing just fine. Trying to get through this trip so I can get home, but everything’s okay. Don’t worry about me, babe.”

“You once told me that gifts are your love language; well, worrying about people is mine. It’s what I do.”

“Good to know. But you don’t need to, I promise. So, let’s go back to the fact that you’re naked.”

I chuckle into the phone. “Okay. What else do you want to know about that?”

“I want you to cup your breast and brush over your nipples with your fingertips.”

I do as he requests and can’t help but sigh as every nerve in my body sits up to pay attention. “Oh, that’s nice.”

“Mm-hmm.” I hear him shift in his chair.

“Did you just unzip your pants?”

“Probably.” I can’t help but laugh at that. “Drag your fingertips down your belly. Slowly, softly.”

“Goose bumps,” I whisper with a sigh. “Holy goose bumps, Batman.”

“Good. Are your legs spread yet?”

“Is your cock in your hand yet?”

“Way ahead of you.”

I bite my lip and let my hand drift farther south.

“Don’t touch your pussy,” he whispers into my ear. “Touch your thighs. Touch that sexy crease where your leg meets your center.”

“You know that makes me crazy.” I inhale sharply.

“That’s right. Now, just barely brush over your lips. Are you wet for me, Polly?”

“Oh, yeah. That’s affirmative.”

“I love your sassy fucking mouth.” His words make me squirm even more, and I long to push a finger inside of me, but I wait for his instructions. “And your clit? Is it hard?”

“Am I allowed to touch it?”

His breathing has gotten ragged, matching my own.

“You may, yes.”

I bite my lip and groan when my fingers skim over that tender flesh. “Yep. Good to go here. Damn, I wish you were here. It’s way more fun when you’re here in person.”

“Soon,” he promises. “Now, glide those fingers down through all that wetness and push a finger inside for me.”

“God damn, Ry.”

“Good girl.” His voice is a croon, making me all the crazier. “I want you to make yourself come for me.”

“Same.” I have to catch my breath and swallow hard, as my hand works between my thighs. “I want you to picture my mouth on you, working you over, and I want to hear you come.”

“Fucking hell,” he growls as my back bows, and I let the orgasm move through me, not quiet in the least, as my hips jerk with it.

I lie here, out of breath, listening to his labored breathing on the other end of the line.


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