Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 147545 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 738(@200wpm)___ 590(@250wpm)___ 492(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 147545 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 738(@200wpm)___ 590(@250wpm)___ 492(@300wpm)
He nods. “I’m glad you’re thinking about that because there’s a hole in our plan. If I fucked you, I either came inside you or in a condom, but if they search my trash can, they won’t find a used condom, and if they take evidence off you…”
I swallow. “They won’t find your DNA.”
“Right.” He pauses for half a second. “I can come in a condom real quick, but that condom needs to have your DNA on it as well as mine. The easiest way to do that is… I put a condom on right now, and…”
My eyes widen in shock. “Oh.”
He shrugs. “It’s up to you. We don’t have to, but I think our alibi has a big problem if we don’t.”
Swallowing not once but twice, I ask, “Is there even time?”
He smirks. “To properly fuck you? No. But I can penetrate you, just get DNA on the condom, and then toss it in the trash.” Smirk deepening, he adds, “Seems like you might already be warmed up.”
Flushing, I say defensively, “I was trying to…”
“You don’t have to explain. I already called it in, so we need to be quick.”
I nod, my heart racing. This feels insane.
“It’s not sex,” he tells me, probably seeing my rising panic. “Not really. We’re just constructing an alibi. That’s it.”
“I know, but I haven’t… I haven’t been with anyone since he…”
“Don’t think of it like that,” he says, his voice gentle and steady. “Like I said, it’s not sex.”
“Okay,” I say softly.
He opens his bedside drawer and grabs a foil packet out of it. “If you want to give me a little incentive, you could lift your shirt.”
His tone is lightly teasing, not serious. I don’t feel sexy. I feel like a tomato. But I still lift my shirt anyway. He’s doing so much for me right now, and if I don’t end up in jail, it’ll only be because of him.
He smiles, his gaze dropping. “You kept your bra on.”
“I did.”
He places a knee on the bed, then climbs on, coming closer to me. “We’re on a very tight timeline here, so you need to do exactly what I say.” He peels off his black T-shirt, and I suck in a breath at the sight of him. “Put your hands on my shoulders.”
My chest seems to tighten as he moves on top of me, pushing my thighs apart and settling between them. Breathing becomes more of a struggle, but I do my best to ignore the rising panic and plant my hands on his broad shoulders.
His voice drops a little, turning huskier as he leans into me, his lips touching the sensitive crook of my neck. “Let one of your hands slide up the back of my neck and sink your fingers into my hair.”
I exhale, closing my eyes as he kisses my neck. I do what he says, sinking my fingers into his hair and biting down on my lower lip.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he murmurs, kissing his way along my jaw.
A shudder of pleasure ripples through me. I sigh, tilting my neck as he dives back in.
The fog is pierced when I hear him rip open the condom wrapper with his teeth.
“Stay relaxed,” he tells me.
“Okay,” I whisper, trying my best to listen, but I’m realizing what he’s about to do.
“It’ll hurt if you tense up. Kiss my neck.”
My heart skitters, but I obey, turning my head and softly kissing his neck.
The act of doing that seems to calm me down. It also tricks me into feeling affection, and I run my fingers through his hair even more.
“Just like that,” he murmurs approvingly, reaching down to roll the condom over his dick.
A moment later, he’s at my entrance.
And then he’s pushing inside.
I stiffen, my teeth sinking into my lower lip, my grip instinctively tightening on his shoulders. My nails dig into his skin as he shoves deeper.
This feels terrifyingly familiar, so I squeeze my eyes shut. The lights are on and I can’t look at him. Not like this. Not when he’s inside me looking just like his fucking brother.
My body has to adjust to him before he can sink all the way inside me. Once it submits to him, he pumps once, twice, three times. The fullness of him is pleasurable as he moves between the tight walls, but my body is heating, not in a good way, as I fight the memories it’s triggering.
I think he could stop now, but he keeps going. He slams deep, groaning, then a hand slides behind me and he unhooks my bra. I keep my eyes closed, but I feel him push up his shirt and my bra. I feel him gazing at my bare tits.
“Beautiful,” he says, and then his hot mouth is on my left nipple. I gasp, and his thumb rolls over the other one.