Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 69424 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69424 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
She always fought with me.
She always competed.
She always watched me.
She watched me like I watched her.
She competed with me like I competed with her.
Honestly, fighting with her never ceased to make me fucking ache for her.
Was that what it was doing for her, too?
I suddenly straightened, unsure what the hell I was going to do, but knowing I was about to do something.
Or I would have had she not come to the same conclusion at the same time.
With one swift move, we both reached for each other at the same time.
I had her in my arms and up on the counter among the discarded Chinese food containers in the next breath.
“What are we doing?” she whispered, her lips only a hairsbreadth away from mine.
“You know exactly what we’re doing, Calamity.”
She growled and reached up to run her fingers through my hair, then she dug her fingers in and yanked my head back.
I laughed at the ceiling, which only served to piss her off more.
Ignoring the pain or the clutch she had on my hair, I leaned forward and caught her bottom lip between my teeth and bit down.
She hissed in a breath, her hands digging in deeper, and leaned closer as she jerked against me when I nipped at her chin.
“Careful,” I said when her leg jerked and the water bottle she’d been drinking out of earlier spilled to the side.
The water hit the floor, and I lifted her from the counter and turned us toward the bedroom so we didn’t make any more of a mess.
Her legs wrapped around my hips instead of finding the floor, and I took that as all the encouragement I needed.
My ass hit the soft mattress, and the bowl of popcorn went flying, hitting the floor with a clatter.
Popcorn went everywhere, but I was too far gone to care at this point.
Not with Calli finally in my arms, exactly where I’d been pretending she shouldn’t be.
She stayed in my arms and followed me down to lie flat, her breasts pressing against my hard chest and practically spilling out of her camisole.
I couldn’t stop myself from smashing my lips against hers, my hand going to her hair and tugging her impossibly closer.
The moment her tongue touched mine, my cock jerked against the soft press of her pussy against me.
I was forced to pull away when I couldn’t catch my breath—my god, what was she doing to me?
When her forehead rested against mine, her breath mingling with my own, I couldn’t stop the words that slipped from my lips.
“You know where this is going?” I asked when I pried my lips from hers.
“Yes,” she answered simply, nipping at the base of my neck, at the split between smooth skin and scarred.
“Are you on birth control?”
She bit her lip but nodded her head. “IUD.”
I leaned forward, my tongue darting out to run a path from her collarbone to her throat.
“I’m clean,” I promised, hoping that would be enough, even though I knew it shouldn’t. “After my last time, I got checked. Haven’t been with anyone in well over two years.”
The monotony of finding a woman willing to overlook my scars got old fast.
It was also slightly discouraging when most of them had to have a little liquid courage to overlook them.
With Calli, though, she wasn’t scared of the scars. She wasn’t even flinching as she ran her tongue up the length of my throat, tongue tasting the bumpy, fucked-up skin that most girls shied away from.
For her, I was normal.
I wasn’t some broken, messed up looking man.
I was what she wanted.
I reached for the hem of her shirt and ripped it off, causing her full breasts to fall free.
“My god, where have you been hiding these?” I asked.
She snorted out a laugh. “Not everyone goes around flaunting their tits to everyone.”
“I kind of like that,” I said. “But feel free to flaunt them around me all you want.”
She hummed as she sat up, allowing me to get an unencumbered view.
The move made her pussy press against my cock even deeper, and I growled.
The view plus the way she was making me feel…
“Take off your pants,” I urged.
She rolled over onto one hip and pulled off her loose sweats with grace and speed.
Meanwhile, I had to work mine over my engorged cock and had so much trouble that she helped me free myself from the confines of my underwear and pants.
“Shit,” I hissed as her fingers closed around me.
I almost came into her hand.
I was about to embarrass myself; I just knew it.
Though I hadn’t exactly stopped masturbating, I hadn’t really gone out of my way to do it, either.
It’d been weeks…
“You’re big, Jasper.”
That was sweet of her to think so, but I was nothing special. I’d seen bigger in my life plenty of times.
Was I bigger? Yes. Was I the biggest? Absolutely not.