Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 77505 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77505 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
“Ow,” Dylan grumbled as Sugar pawed at her. “Down, girl,” she said, her voice sleepy.
But Sugar, who usually obeyed, wasn’t having it.
She let out a whine and nudged her again.
“Is she alerting you?” I asked.
“Maybe,” she said, grumbling as she moved away from me. “Okay, I heard you, girl,” she said, softening her voice as Sugar nudged her again while she slid off the bed and walked over toward her kit.
“Low?” I asked, folding up.
“I mean a little. She’s being a little dramatic,” she said, grabbing her bottle of glucose tablets and tossing one into her mouth. “How are those things?”
“They’re chalky. Like antacid tablets. You get used to them, though.”
“Should probably get you some breakfast,” I said, glancing at the clock.
“I have to—” she started, only to be interrupted by a knock at the door.
“Give me my dog,” Syn called through the door, making a surprised smile spread across Dylan’s face.
The dog in question ran toward the door, tail wagging.
“One sec,” Dylan called, grabbing Sugar’s leash, then attaching it. “Thanks for this,” she said as she passed him the leash. “I wasn’t ready to walk her yet.”
“I like the walks,” Syn said.
I bet he did.
After years living in a storage unit, afraid of being seen by Saint’s old enemies and taken out, it probably felt good to be able to roam. And have an excuse to do so, like Sugar.
“Thanks,” Dylan said before closing the door.
She turned back to me, leaning against the door.
I went ahead and looked back.
She was different right then.
The golden morning light spilled through the room, making some copper highlights visible in her dark hair. Free of makeup, her face looked softer. And the light-colored nightgown was sweet and feminine and, despite being completely shapeless, somehow sexy.
When my gaze made it back to her face, I found her still glancing at me, something in her eyes I couldn’t quite name.
Then she was moving, pushing away from the door and coming to the foot of the bed.
Her gaze held mine as she lifted up her skirt, then moved to kneel on the bed.
Then she lowered her hands too, crawling up the bed over my body.
It was the sexiest fucking thing I’d ever seen.
She stopped too quickly, too far away from me still.
But then her hands were going out, pulling the waistband of my pajama pants down.
“Dylan…”
Her gaze flicked up to me.
But there it was.
The hunger.
The need.
There was nothing obligatory about this.
She wanted it.
So I didn’t stop her when she lowered down, when she sucked me into her mouth.
I just gathered her hair, watched, and fucking enjoyed.
My hips bucked as she sucked downward, dragging a groan out of me and a moan from her, the sound vibrating around my cock.
I let her go for a few moments, relishing the pleasure almost as much as her enthusiasm. Because, fuck, she put her whole heart into it.
“Come here,” I demanded, tugging on her hair until I slipped from between her lips.
She looked up at me, eyes cloudy with desire as she moved to straddle my waist. “Why’d you stop me?” she asked, her voice thick with need. Then she reached for my free hand, taking my wrist. “I wanted to. See?” she asked, pressing my hand between her thighs.
She was right.
She was soaked just from going down on me.
My fingers slipped into her panties, stroking up her cleft to find her clit, then working it in torturously slow circles.
Her hips rocked as her head fell back, her breath coming fast.
“Colter,” she whimpered, voice desperate.
I pressed my thumb into her clit as my two fingers shifted down to slip inside her.
Fuck, the sound that escaped her nearly stripped me of my self-control right then.
Her hands shifted down, gathering up her skirt again, but this time pulling all the way up until she tossed it to the side.
“Fuck,” I groaned as my gaze slid over her.
Whatever I’d been imagining (and I’d been doing a lot of that), it paled in comparison to what was right in front of me.
“I need to taste you again,” I said, fingers sliding out of her.
The sound she made was both a moan and a grumble at the same time.
“Come up here,” I demanded, hands sinking into her ass as I moved to lay flat and pulled her until she was straddling my face. “Sit,” I demanded, pulling her down.
Her moan was long and deep as her thighs shook.
It wasn’t long before she was rocking against me, chasing the sensation of my tongue, trying to drive herself to that edge more quickly.
Until, suddenly, she lifted up.
“What…” I started.
But then she was moving, turning, and lowering back down again, but this time facing my feet so she could suck me back into her mouth.
“Fuck,” I groaned before I grabbed her ass and pulled her fully down again, working her as she did the same for me.