Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 44297 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44297 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
Her breath catches each time she rocks forward, her clit pressing against my pelvis, the friction enough to stimulate.
And her breasts sway all the while, heavy and flushed and leaking, like her body can’t hold anything back anymore.
I bring my mouth to one of them again and suck, deep and deliberate, lips sealed, tongue flicking across her nipple until she cries out, her entire body jolting in my lap.
She rides me harder, the wet slap of her thighs against mine filling the room. Her moans are so loud, I fear Caleb will come looking. If he knows what’s good for him, he’ll stay away until I tell him otherwise.
I slick my thumb over my tongue and press it to her clit, rubbing as she thrusts. It takes barely any time to unlock her pleasure.
“Wade—” she gasps. “I’m gonna—”
“Do it,” I growl against her breast. “Come for me.”
And she does, loud and raw, her body clamping down around me like she’s trying to hold me inside forever. Milk spills between us, my cock throbs, and I can’t hold back another second.
I pull her flush against me, bury my face in her neck, and fuck into her hard, every thrust claiming her beautiful, lush body for my own. She gasps with each stroke, still trembling, still leaking.
I come hard, hips locked, cock pulsing inside her in thick waves. It feels endless—a release I’ve been holding back since the moment I saw her step onto my porch, full and flushed.
Mine. The word growls its way through my mind as I grip her to me, never wanting to let her go.
When it’s done, we don’t speak. We breathe, tangled together, sweat and milk and heat between us, my cock still pulsing inside her, her body soft and trembling against mine.
“Good girl,” I murmur against her ear. “You are such a good girl, Joelle.”
And she shivers in my arms, enjoying the praise.
She’s wrecked.
And so am I.
Tonight she’s not going to sleep in the spare room. Tonight, she’ll sleep wrapped in my arms.
Chapter 14
Joelle
Wade scoops me into his arms with one fluid motion and starts up the stairs like I weigh no more than his saddle. My head rests against his shoulder, the steady thump of his heartbeat soothing as I come down from the greatest high I’ve ever experienced.
My legs are weak, thighs slick, every nerve raw from what happened downstairs. I should be embarrassed and ashamed for the desperate sounds I made and how easily I gave in to my urges and Wade’s seduction. But all I can think of is how good it felt. How absolutely right.
The bedroom smells of leather, soap, and something smoky that settles deep in my chest. He lays me down with care on cool, clean sheets. The mattress dips under my weight, and I pull the blanket to my chin.
“You cold?” he asks.
I nod, even though it’s more than that. I’m not confident enough to let him see my body all spread out this way. Uncertainty coils an ugly path inside me.
He leaves for a moment, then comes back with a glass of water, helping me to sit up to drink and watching to make sure I finish.
Then he takes a warm cloth and kneels between my legs again. Carefully, he wipes along the tender insides of my thighs, between my folds, over the places that still hum with sensitivity.
“You alright?” he asks quietly.
I nod.
But I’m not. Not really.
This wasn’t supposed to happen. I came here to work. To earn enough stability that I could bring my boy here. I came to prove that I could build a life, finally, honestly, without handouts and definitely without any mistakes.
And what have I done?
I’ve slipped easily into a situation with a man older than me, a man who should be the only sort of family I have. He’s my stepbrother, and he’s crawling into bed behind me, sliding his arm around my waist, pressing his chest to my back, and burying his face into the curve of my neck like we’re a married couple, accustomed to this closeness.
And he sleeps.
Just like that. A switch flicked off. Totally relaxed about what we’ve done.
But I don’t.
My brain won’t quiet.
I’ve never slept with a man before. Never known what it’s like to rest in a man’s arms, safe in his bed, cradled tight against his hard body.
Nothing in my life has ever been this easy.
Not Caleb’s birth. Not the years before. Not the part-time jobs or the arguments with my mom or the aching loneliness of raising a baby on instinct alone.
And definitely not Caleb’s father.
He’s a cowboy, too. Broad-shouldered with a slow smile and easy charm. I met him at a county fair when I was barely old enough to know better, and he bought me soda and spun me around the dance floor until I was dizzy with it. Then he bent me over the hood of his truck, filled me up, and vanished. He must have sensed my innocence, felt my desperation for affection and love, dicknotised me into a huge lapse of judgment. Looking back, I’m ashamed of how pathetic I must have been to him and how easily he manipulated me to get his dick wet.