Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 70566 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70566 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
“Hop up on that step there,” I ordered.
She did, giving me the height that I needed to slide right in and…
“Ahhh,” Holly cried out.
I didn’t bother to tell her to be quiet.
There would be no use.
The music was fucking loud.
No one would hear us.
I liked hearing her cries of pleasure.
I liked even more that I was putting that pleasure in her voice.
My cock wedged into her tight pussy, slow at first due to the angle and restriction of her jeans forcing her legs to stay fairly closed.
But she was wet.
She hadn’t been lying.
And within four thrusts, I was filling her full.
“Oh, god. Yes, Sinclair. Yes.”
My name.
The one that I’d rolled my eyes at for my entire life because of how pretentious it sounded.
Why did that sound so goddamn hot coming out of her lips?
A throat cleared. “I need to get into my office, man.”
I thrust back inside, then circled my hand around to Holly’s ribs while the other went to her pussy. I picked her up and moved us physically out of the way.
The door closed behind Hopps, and I let Holly sink back down onto me, nothing under her feet but air.
I was deep.
She said as much moments later when she cried out, “God, I can feel you all the way up to my throat!”
I placed her back down onto the step leading up into Hopps’s office and fucked her hard and fast.
My balls were already drawing up, ready for release.
Was this how it was always going to be with her? Fast and out of control?
Because I sure the fuck had none of it when it came to Holly Cain.
Her nails dug into the wall in front of her, and she cried out, “I’m coming, honey. I’m coming all over you.”
She was.
And I was, too.
“Denver, we need to talk.”
I gave one last thrust into Holly, giving her the rest of my cum, and dropped my head onto Holly’s shoulder.
“Denver, are you even listening to me?”
Holly clenched on my cock and pressed backward, clearly hearing my ex-wife’s voice.
“Leave me alone, Juliana. I’m fucking busy.”
“But, Denver…”
“We’re busy, Juliana,” Holly called out. “Leave us alone.”
Juliana hissed, just now realizing that I had a woman in front of me.
And not just any woman.
Holly.
“That’s sick.” Juliana snarled. “You’re old enough to be her dad.”
“He isn’t. Unless he had me when he was an infant.”
I squeezed Holly’s hip.
“I can’t believe you would…”
I pulled out of Holly and tucked myself back into my jeans, still slick with our combined releases.
Holly pulled up her jeans, but much slower.
Only when she was presentable did I turn to give Juliana a look. “You’re trying my patience.”
“You never, never did this with me!” she accused. “Maybe if you had, we’d still be together.”
I narrowed my eyes. “Have you ever thought that maybe I didn’t want to do this with you? That, after we made the stupid decision to get married so young, I wasn’t as in love with you like I should have been? The things I felt for you don’t have anything on what I feel for her. The thought of waiting to get her home felt like I was going to die. There’s no comparison here, Juliana. And leave it alone. It’s getting really fucking old.”
I took Holly’s hand and led her to the bathrooms.
She pressed a kiss to my jaw and hurried inside. “I’ll be right back.”
Of course, Juliana’s friend had to come to the bathroom right at that moment.
“You gave up the best thing that ever happened to you, Denver,” my wife’s friend called out.
Holly came out of the bathroom and caught her attention. But it came back to me when I said, “I gave nothing up. But when nothing walked out of my life, it gave me the freedom to find everything.”
Holly’s eyes were soft as she walked into my arms. “Are you ready to go home? Those animals won’t feed themselves in the morning.”
How right she was.
“I’m ready when you are.”
She shivered as she pressed against me. “It’s going to be a cold ride home.”
I tugged her ponytail. “I’ll warm you up when we get home.”
TWENTY-TWO
The only squat I’m doin’ is diddly.
—Holly’s secret thoughts
HOLLY
I was at work, doing what I do best.
Well, maybe second best.
The first thing I did best was Denver.
The second thing I did best was twiddle my thumbs.
I did not like being an idle person.
Maybe I had my own little bit of ADHD just like Denver. Whatever I had meant that sitting here, watching the proverbial paint dry, was not my idea of a good time.
But what I loved about having nothing to do meant that I could love on all the animals that were in the boarding facility or recovering from surgery.
Boone was at his other job as a park ranger.
Young, Charlene, Rhett, and Gena were all out at lunch with promises that they’d be bringing me food back.