Total pages in book: 168
Estimated words: 169013 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 845(@200wpm)___ 676(@250wpm)___ 563(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 169013 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 845(@200wpm)___ 676(@250wpm)___ 563(@300wpm)
“Brinley…fuck me. Fuck me. So good. So good.” It tumbled out of me on a torrent.
A confession.
Truth that she had done me in. That I didn’t understand any of this and I wanted a piece of it, anyway.
Sweat slicked my skin as I pounded harder.
A claiming.
Possession.
Brinley was moaning and squeezing her thighs together as the energy crashed and thundered.
A storm.
This hurricane we had no chance of stopping.
A flashfire that had come from out of nowhere.
“Wildfire,” I choked, body bowing as a dam somewhere inside me broke.
It was a complete rendering as I split.
“Brinley.” Her name was nothing but a roar as an orgasm unlike anything I’d ever felt before ruptured from within.
Cock pulsing and pouring as I fractured apart.
She took me as far as she could as I trembled and shook. Woman lapping and licking me through the oblivion.
Some secret part of me cracked open wide as I stared down at the pandemonium that she was.
Turmoil and longing and a wild, free heart.
Eyes a vortex of desire that sucked me down to the pits of who she was. A mirrored screen that gave view to the fiery desperation that had written her in strength and obstinacy.
All while it was so blatantly obvious that need still pounded through her bloodstream.
Stirred back up by what she had given me.
I had her swept off the floor and propped on the edge of her desk before either of us could make sense of the action.
In a flash, I was on my knees and spreading her thighs and shoving her undies aside so I could get to the sweetness underneath.
Mouth delving deep into the sweet heat.
Eating her like she was my last meal, wondering if there was a chance that I could have the same kind of impact on her as she had on me.
Her hands jerked at my hair as my name was whimpered from her tongue.
“King. King.”
Except it was that nickname that she’d given me, and my chest was stretching to the point of pain, heart trying to break free of its confines.
My fingers stroked home, my cock that was still hanging from my pants screaming for the chance.
But Brinley’s head was already dropping back, and she released the longest moan, body going rigid before it gave way to full-blown tremors.
Rocking and raging as she squeezed and throbbed around my fingers once again.
Her nails sank into my shoulders and ripped at my cut and dug into the nape of my neck.
Perfect, pained bliss.
A frenzy had taken me over.
No rationale or logic left as I kissed up over the fabric of her dress. Belly, chest, and neck. A total fucking fool as I made it to her mouth, on my knees as I kissed her without any sense.
Her heart raced the same stampede as mine, those fingers tugging at my hair as she kissed me back.
Tendrils of something profound wisped around us.
Wrapping us in newfound chains.
A fettering that was only going to make the goodbye so much worse.
But I was pretty sure Brinley Webber would be worth every ounce of pain.
“Silas,” she breathed into my mouth.
“Wildfire,” I murmured back, sucking that sweetness down.
Almonds and apples and cream.
I held her that way for a little bit before I finally asked, “You good?”
She exhaled a shaky laugh. “I don’t think I could even stand right now my muscles are so blissed out.”
“Good.” I pecked another kiss to her lips, then I curled my arms around her waist and lifted her off the desk. Her legs dangled below her, the tips of her toes barely brushing the ground as I held her against me.
My bare cock still pressed between us as I swayed her back and forth.
Yeah, no one had ever accused me of being romantic.
Except she exhaled this soft sound as she burrowed her face in my neck, warmth saturating me through as she whispered, “You make me feel good, Silas Mercer. Inside and out.”
FORTY-FOUR
SILAS
“You really gonna let her stay in that office after what went down yesterday?”
Phoenix uttered it low from where he dug for a wrench in a toolbox near me. Voice muted and hard, casting a ton of speculation my way where I knelt next to my Harley, running a clean cloth over the gleaming black fender that I’d repaired.
My ribs constricted around my heart. It might as well have been his giant, meaty mitt with the way it felt like it was getting pulverized by the thought of her.
That face spinning through my mind on repeat. Of course, that vision had to include her face tipped up at me with my cock stuffed down her throat.
I had been stewing in that memory all fucking day.
“Compound is secure,” I growled.
“Yeah, and that’s the opposite of what we were going for. We are supposed to be playing it cool, remember? Putting on a front like there isn’t a single issue going down at the club? Now you’ve got this place locked down like a military installation.”