Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 57853 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57853 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
I've seen her books filled with her ideas and dreams. A few I'm not sure can fit into New Hope. At least at the moment, but I'll get us there.
"I'm starting to see that." She leans in, and I'm quick to do the same, wanting her lips on mine. Hers part for me, letting my tongue slide into her mouth.
Tinsley presses her body harder into mine, grinding down on my cock, a small moan leaving her. I sink my fingers into her hair, pulling her head gently back. I know I need to take things slowly, but these small little tastes of her are both torture and pleasure at the same time.
"You need to come?" I ask. She's not getting away with trying to steal it. I want her to be a part of this fully in every way. I might have tricked her into marriage, but this is different, even if it fucking kills me to hold back.
She tries to give a slight shake of her head, but I only tighten my hold on her, making a whimper come from her, and not one of pain.
“I’ll let you do a lot of things, spitfire, but in this you don’t hold the control.” I wait for her to respond. Her tongue comes out, sweeping across her bottom lip.
“Understood.”
“That’s my girl.” I kiss her this time, long and hard. “Inside. I owe you orgasms.” I open the door and carry her toward the house.
“Ah, what’s that?” she asks, seeing the cement already laid. No matter how pre-occupied I might think Tinsley is, she doesn’t miss a thing.
“Going to connect a garage.”
“A garage?” I open the door and then kick it closed behind me.
“They’re safer as a whole.” This place isn’t permanent, but it will be for the time being, and I’ll be making it as safe as possible.
With all the emotions that have been flooding my system since Tinsley came into my life, a very dominant one is protecting her. I still have a strong worry over anyone seeking revenge on her or simply wanting her for themselves.
I can understand that. She could burn my home to the ground, and I’d still want her. There is no stopping or fully controlling it. I will embrace it. Why fight it when I have more entertainment fighting with her—or, well, her fighting with me?
"You're really doing this." Tinsley presses her hands to my cheeks.
"We're doing this." Sooner or later she’s going to come to that conclusion.
"We are," she agrees, a shy expression taking over. "And you're doing me." I sit her down on the bed, watching as her cheeks pinken. I grip her chin, tilting her head to look up at me. Innocence drips from her still. My cock hardens more at the thought of taking it. Patience, I remind myself for the thousandth time.
"You think you're ready for that?" I swipe my thumb across her bottom lip. "That you can handle all of me?"
"I'm always up for a challenge, but—" Her gaze drops to the hard outline of my cock in my jeans.
"Only pleasure," I reassure her as I grab the bottom of her sweater, pulling it over in one quick motion, making her eyes widen in surprise. "The bra," I order her as I reach behind my head and pull off my sweater.
"Your chest does things to me." I watch her breathing grow heavier as she gazes at me with desire. She reaches up to trace the cherry blossom tree that takes up the whole right side and up my ribs. "Only you could make a cherry blossom tree look masculine but still laced in a delicate beauty."
I slowly enjoy the feel of her soft fingertips tracing it, closing my eyes for a brief moment to savor it. "Why'd you pick it?" Her question breaks me from the trance her touch put me under. She tilts her head to peer up at me.
"It was one of my first," I admit. "One of the longest foster homes I lived in had one in the backyard. It was the impermanence. Each year for a few weeks it bursts to life and then fades away. That delicate balance between beauty and joy but an inevitable passing.”
"To embrace it when it's there."
"To savor it." For me it had been simply surviving each year as a young boy. Then with each of my accomplishments, I took the time to relish each of them. Getting into the college I wanted with a full ride to being selected as a member of the King of Thieves. To go on to make the biggest investment and patron deals that would long outlast me.
As much as you want to barrel through one accomplishment after another, you can miss sight of everything happening around you in full clarity. I knew it before, but both Tinsley and stepping into New Hope have really put a lot of things into perspective for me.