Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 37846 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37846 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
“Torin! Yes! Yes! Torin—” Her voice cracked on my name, and her body went tight around me, pussy clamping down, pulsing like it was trying to milk me dry.
I roared, and the sound ripped straight out of my chest as I drove up into her with everything I had left. My hips jerked, unforgiving, grinding her down onto me so I could feel every spasm, every desperate squeeze of her walls as I emptied inside her.
The world narrowed to heat, slick skin, and the wild tangle of her red hair whipped against my face as I continued to move her up and down on my shaft as she screamed her release. I was gone right with her, lost in the savage, intimate wreck of it, undone at the same time, her trembling body locked tight against mine, nothing in existence except the two of us breaking apart together.
She sagged against me, all fire and defiance spent for now. There was nothing left but the soft embrace of a woman clinging to me like I was the only solid thing in the world. Her chest heaved against mine, every pant hot on my neck as I brushed my lips across her temple. She shivered faintly at the touch, and I tightened my arms, locking her in, caging her against me because there was no fucking chance I was letting her drift an inch away.
I stayed buried inside her pussy, my cock still pulsing with the aftershocks and pushing tiny little bursts of come as if I had an endless supply to make sure I knocked her the fuck up. Her body still gripped me, tender and raw and perfect.
The garage was quiet except for the ragged pull of our breathing and the low hum of the fan overhead, pushing cool air across our heated bodies.
My hands spanned her back, broad and possessive, palms sliding against the damp line of her spine. She made a soft sound and curled closer.
Mine.
No other man was ever going to touch her. Not a single bastard who looked at her and thought they had a chance. Not even her father or her brother would get anywhere near her. She belonged to me now—fully, completely.
9
JANA
Islept better than I had in ages, between rounds of mind-blowing orgasms. When I woke, I was sore in all the places that reminded me of Torin. My wrists, where his grip had pinned me. My thighs, where he’d shoved between them. The deep ache low in my core from where he’d taken me.
He had been rough, relentless, and possessive in a way that should have sent me racing outta town. Instead, I invited him back to the bed & breakfast where I was staying. And he never left.
When I cracked my eyes open, Torin was still in my bed. Sprawled across the narrow mattress like he owned the place, one arm slung over my hip, his chest rising and falling steadily against my back. His scent clung to the sheets, and his warmth wrapped around me like a shield I hadn’t asked for. But one that I was coming to realize I needed. And wanted.
It should have terrified me.
Instead, it felt really good.
I lay there for a long moment, torn between wanting to soak in the safety I hadn’t felt in years and the rising panic of knowing what it meant. The truth pressed in on me as I shifted to face him, and his arm tightened automatically, keeping me close even in his sleep.
I was already in too deep.
And when his dark brown eyes blinked open, his lips curving into a grin, I didn’t regret it. Not yet.
“Morning,” he rasped, his palm stroking up my spine.
Goose bumps followed in the wake of his touch, tempting me to press closer. But light was streaming through the curtains we hadn’t closed last night. “I think we slept in.”
His smile widened. “We needed the rest.”
“That’s for sure,” I conceded with an eye roll. “But we should probably get going since we’re already late.”
“Don’t worry. Nobody’s gonna give you shit.” He tugged me closer, lowering his head. “And I’m not leavin’ this bed without a kiss.”
His mouth pressed against mine, tongue sweeping inside when my lips parted. There was nothing tentative about his kiss. He devoured me, and I was breathless when he finally lifted his head.
“Better.” He gave my butt a not-so-gentle slap. “Now we can get going.”
When we rolled into The Pit an hour later, I still hadn’t recovered from his kiss. But with eyes on us, Torin got back to business—boots heavy on the concrete, barking at a prospect who wasn’t tightening a chain fast enough.
He stuck close as I headed to my bay, his gaze sharp on a guy who looked at me for an extra beat, sending him skittering back to work. When we reached my bay, Torin gave my hip a quick squeeze before he peeled off toward another prospect. His presence lingered even when he wasn’t near me, as though I could still feel the press of his hand at the small of my back.