Total pages in book: 173
Estimated words: 163802 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 819(@200wpm)___ 655(@250wpm)___ 546(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 163802 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 819(@200wpm)___ 655(@250wpm)___ 546(@300wpm)
Palming him, I licked his tip, then made a show of reeling back—ducking side to side like I was avoiding the coming explosion.
Rhodes laughed so hard he fell against the tree, and over me. A tender smile graced his lips as he stroked my cheek, brushing the hair from my eyes. “It’s just so impossible not to want you. You’re so adorable, my heart can’t take it.”
I heated up body and soul. “I— Uh— We—” Diving forward, I swallowed him to the hilt, literally putting a stop to my nonsensical rambling.
Rhodes choked on a sharp hiss, thighs tensing.
I went wild. My head bobbed between his legs—licking, sucking, and nipping his length to my heart’s content. Filthy promises and sweet nothings poured from his lips, telling me all the things he was going to do to my pussy when it was his turn.
Rhodes rocked back and forth on his running shoes, thrusting in and out, in and out of my mouth—picking up speed the harder I sucked.
My cheeks caved in. My head banged against his stomach. My nails pierced his thighs—leaving my mark for me and only me to see.
Rhodes Newbury was mine.
“Ugh, fuck,” he gruffed, eyes pinned shut and head digging into the bark like the exquisite torture of my mouth on him would kill him—but if it did, he’d die happy. “Holy fucking fuck!”
I never thought I was that good at giving blowjobs, but Micah and Rhodes sure knew how to make a girl feel great about her skills. I was starting to expect an award.
Rhodes suddenly drew back—slipping out of my mouth with a pop. I didn’t get a lick of warning before hot ropes of cum painted my lips, chin, and chest.
“Fuck, that was so much better than I remember.” Legs giving out, he fell on me—grasping the back of my head, he tipped me up and kissed the crap out of me.
I had a second to gasp, and then I gave in to it hard—pushing him over and rolling around on the grass and leaves—making out like a couple of horny college students. Which I knew without a doubt we would’ve been if I could’ve gone back in time and gone on that eighteenth-birthday date with Rhodes, Micah, and Alex.
So much would’ve been different if that demon who called herself my sister hadn’t made it her life’s mission to take everything good away from me.
I would’ve been a successful attorney who committed my life to helping people the way Rhodes wished to—and I would’ve gone after the double-dealing, shitty corporate bastards that took that dream away from him.
I would’ve listened when they were vulnerable. Supported them when they felt like failures. Took the slack when they needed rest. And gave them mine when life came for me too.
We would’ve made something big, amazing, and wonderful out of our lives living in New York, traveling the world, and loving each other in all the places between. It would’ve been perfect—
But then, there would have been no Nari. A small smile tugged at my mouth. So maybe everything worked out the way it should after all.
“Uh-oh.” Rhodes flipped us both—dropping me wide-eyed and blinking on his lap as he stretched out on the grass. “You haven’t taken a hard enough pounding yet if you’ve still got time to smirk.”
I blushed like the silly girl with a crush I was. “I cannot disagree with you there.”
I squealed when he practically ripped my shirt off me, freeing my breasts from their confines. My pants were next to go. I was up and balancing on the balls of my feet in a blink. I grasped the bark beside me as firmly as he grasped my thighs—positioning me over his mouth.
Rhodes buried his head between my legs, devouring my pussy like a starving man. There wasn’t another way to describe it, and I loved that. Rhodes was never one to do a thing halfway... and making my pussy sit up and beg was no different.
My fingers tugged on his thick, coiled hair. Head thrown back, I moaned from a deep, primal part of me when his tongue slipped past my folds and plundered the treasure trove. Large, warm hands were soft, cupping my breasts while rough, calloused fingers tweaked my nipples mercilessly. The man was undoing my sanity right there in the dirt, and he’d just gotten started.
His tongue darted in and out, tongue-fucking me to distraction. I writhed on top of him, not even trying to hold back my cries. Every point of contact from him to me was water thrown on live wires. The current surged and exploded out of control—building and building—until it overwhelmed and shorted out my senses.
I was hot and tingling and hoarse. My vision blurred, and my hips rocked, moving back and forth on his mouth—riding the fuck out of that beautiful face. I couldn’t believe I ever wasted a sweaty, unsatisfying second with any man who wasn’t Rhodes or Micah. All those guys were the stingy appetizer. The ground-up, under-seasoned beef on a piece of stale bread.