Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 26224 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26224 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
That’s what Knox does.
There’s no teaching period.
He starts me on expert level, his body pushing in tight to mine, his mouth above me, his hand fisting my hair to tilt me at the right angle while he punishes and fucks my mouth. There’s no catching my breath and there’s no mercy. He winds his tongue deep in my mouth, groaning when I mimic him, my hands having no choice but to hold on to the front of his shirt for dear life. And oh goodness, moisture seems to trickle and gush into my panties and I…it occurs to me why. To slicken his path. The path of his shaft.
The human body is amazing.
My human body feels amazing the more he feasts on my mouth from above, like a starving man trying eat his way down a stack of fresh pancakes, tearing into me with desperate sounds in his throat, and the craziest thing is, I can sense how lonely he’s been. I can feel the pain and horror he’s been carrying. It’s all part of the revealing kiss.
It rocks me back on my proverbial heels.
All the hurt he gives me. All the need.
I respond with lust, yes, but also my heart, pulling him closer and stroking his sideburns, ticking my thighs open another couple of inches, so we can meld together more securely and he comes like a dying man, raking his gasping mouth up the side of my neck, rolling his face there, his hands shaking where they drag up and down my bare back.
All at once, he stops.
Must realize he’s let himself enjoy me too much.
At least, that’s what it feels like.
He’s mad at himself for letting go. For needing.
“Get out,” he says, hoarsely, against my ear.
I’m still dizzy from his kiss. His touch, such a mixture of tenderness and violence. Who knew I could gravitate to a stranger’s warmth? Suddenly I swear I could die without it.
“Huh?” I manage.
Knox wrenches himself away from me, turning away and stomping to the other side of the study. “I didn’t stutter, little girl. Get the hell out of here!”
“Was I…” My eyes smart with tears. “Did I do it wrong? Are we…do we have a deal?”
“No.” He turns away, but not before I see the surge of regret. “Out!”
Knowing when I’ve pushed my luck, I snatch up my shirt and run, the wind drying the tears on my face the whole way down the mountain. Not only have I failed to save the ranch for my parents, but I think I left a part of myself on the desk in that study.
A part of me I’ll never get back.
Not my virginity.
No, it was…true abandon. Unfiltered vulnerability.
The kind you only give to a man once.
I guess Knox Morgan was my once.
four
Knox
I hold the binoculars to my eyes with my left hand, because I know for certain I will need to keep my right hand free. Billie is down the mountain, in the paddock of her parents’ ranch, exercising a mare, a tan cowboy hat perched on her head. She’s in those painted-on jeans and a sweaty white tank top, and it pains me that I’m not closer. Right in front of her to memorize the luscious jiggle of her tits as she trots in an oval on the back of the horse, leather reins in her hands.
Hands that I can still feel curled in the front of my shirt.
The effect of her mouth, her touch, lingers two days later.
I can feel her nubile body against mine. The tremble of her breath and thighs. The innocent yet curious play of her tongue. The softness of her back as I stroked it. How she arched into me, letting the kiss overwhelm her. Trusting me to overwhelm her.
She wasn’t the only one who was overcome, though.
No, I could have lost myself in her indefinitely—and a slip-up like that would be unacceptable. I don’t carve out space in my life for other people.
Other people are the root cause of every misery I’ve ever experienced. I was abandoned on a church doorstep as an infant. Neglected in the system all throughout my youth. Betrayed by so-called friends and locked up in prison for trusting the wrong people. My so called “found family.” Five years in the pen only validated my disgust with humanity and I want no part in society any longer.
My solitude keeps me from getting hurt. Experiencing loss. Being disappointed in someone’s character when I mistakenly thought them to be worthy of trust.
Yet, even in the midst of my resolve, I crave her mouth again.
It’s an unending hunger.
I’ve been at this window so often jerking on my cock, I had to lay down a towel to soak up the abundance of spilled sperm. And Jesus, here I go again, unbuttoning my jeans with a strangled grunt. I press the binoculars to the window and watch her dismount the mare. She takes off her cowboy hat and shakes out her loose hair, my dick swelling at the erotic sight of her, sweaty in the sunshine, the ripe slope of her tits glistening with light.