Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 98643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
I let out one harsh breath after another as my unsated body demanded satisfaction. It would only take a few thrusts of my hips to come. Or I could take my dick out and shoot my jizz all over Jules’s stomach and groin. I could mark him as mine until the day came when I could be buried balls-deep inside his body and let his muscles milk every drop of cum from my balls.
“Fuck,” I muttered as I pressed my forehead against my arm. My heart was pounding so hard I could hear it between my ears. It felt like an elephant was sitting on my chest.
Just like that, my need for sexual release took a back seat to everything else. I could hear the sirens in my ear, those voices reassuring me everything would be okay even though I’d known it wouldn’t be. I willed my lungs to slow down, but just like the rest of my body, my commands went unheeded.
“Flynn?”
Jules sounded far away, so I could barely make out his next words. “Here, baby, let me take care of you.”
The second I felt Jules’s hand palm my still-hard dick, I shouted, “Don’t!” and scrambled off of Jules. I turned my back to him so I could try to slow my breathing. I lowered my head to my bent knees and left it there until my body began to relax.
Reality hit me like a son of a bitch when I turned around to try and explain my reaction to Jules because I’d done exactly the same thing that I’d done in the motel when he had tried to touch me. This time, though, I’d been the one to speak that fucking single word that had driven the very wedge between us that I’d sought to mend.
Don’t.
“God, Jules, I’m—” I began as I turned to face him only to find I was the only one listening to my attempted apology.
The only proof of everything that had happened was my now empty coat.
Jules was gone.
Chapter Twelve
JULES
“Come on, come on,” I quietly pleaded as I began walking faster despite the darkening sky.
Where was it? Where was the numbness that was supposed to protect me? Why was it letting me down now when I needed it most?
Don’t.
Twice! Twice now I’d freely given myself to a man who didn’t really want me. Twice, I'd handed my trust to him, certain there was something actually between us, and twice I’d been handed a big cup of no thank you!
I heard Flynn long before he reached me. It wasn’t like a big man and his horse stumbling over the same roots and rocks as me was easy to miss. From the way Flynn was cursing, my guess was that, like me, he was on foot.
“Jules, it’s too dangerous to walk down. Believe it or not, BJ—”
“Believe it or not, Stud, the BJ was good, but not enough to keep me from walking on my own two feet. I’ve gotten better action in the dressing room at Saks—sorry, in English speak, that means fancy, expensive store—with a very eager young personal buyer who wanted a different kind of tip, if you know—”
Just like that, I was yanked backward. Flynn slammed me against BJ’s shoulder. Surprisingly, the loyal horse didn’t move an inch. As for the rough treatment, it did nothing to turn me on.
Not.
A.
Thing.
So then why was I tipping my head back when his lips captured mine? Why was I wrapping my arms around his neck?
Despite all my talk about having spent more energy at Saks than during what had transpired on the top of that small rise, I was physically exhausted from the mind-blowing orgasm. My limbs still felt like noodles and my brain felt fuzzy.
Yet there I was, automatically giving in to Flynn’s demanding, unwavering mouth.
I welcomed every second of the kiss. When he suddenly tore his mouth from mine, I opened my mouth to protest, but before I could speak, Flynn growled, “Only mine. That’s what you said!” His next kiss left me weak in the knees, but thankfully, somewhere deep inside of my lust-filled brain, a shred of self-preservation kicked in and I was able to tear my mouth from Flynn’s.
“Don’t,” I whispered in all seriousness. I couldn’t escape Flynn’s presence unless he took a step back, but hell if he got to do this to me a third fucking time. I closed my eyes so I wouldn’t have to see Flynn’s reaction to my command. He didn’t try to kiss me again, but it seemed to take hours before he released me and stepped back.
I could have walked away then and there, but all the pain, humiliation, and confusion were too tightly wrapped around my heart to do what I did best… run away. A strange sadness swept over me as I studied Flynn. He had the rifle in his hand, but I didn’t see the blanket or his coat anywhere. There was no saddle on BJ either. The horse was just following his friend.