Total pages in book: 180
Estimated words: 176012 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 880(@200wpm)___ 704(@250wpm)___ 587(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 176012 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 880(@200wpm)___ 704(@250wpm)___ 587(@300wpm)
“You were right,” I whisper over her lips. “Okay? You were right.”
“It’s too late,” she cries. “I’m tired of you.”
I take her into my arms, sliding my hand up the back of her scalp. “I’m nowhere near tired of you yet,” I say desperately.
I cut off her whimper with my mouth, kissing her and relishing the feel of her body plastered to mine. My eyes sting behind my lids, every drop of blood under my skin boiling. Every inch of my body hums with the feel of her.
For so long, nothing felt whole. Not me. Not anything. She was always mine, first to protect and now to take, and my only place is with her.
“You were right,” I breathe out again.
She moans as I trail my lips down her neck, clenching her hair in my fist, lightly biting and licking her throat, her jaw, her earlobes…
I kiss away her tears, feeling her soften. “Quinn,” I beg, pressing my forehead to hers.
In seconds, I have her shirt pulled off, her bra on the floor, and her shorts unbuttoned.
Lifting her, I wrap her legs around my waist and carry her into the shopfront. We quickly draw the blinds, and I tug her panties down below her ass as I suck on a breast.
She digs her nails into my chest. “I hate you,” she sighs. “I really do hate you.”
I brush my lips over her flesh. “I don’t think so, baby.” Then, I go for her mouth. “I’m the one you want.”
“You’re practice,” she taunts, the sadness leaving her voice as she gives me the attitude I absolutely deserve. “I want you to be the first to come on my tongue.”
I dig my fingers into her ass, peering up at her. The first?
Is that so?
Dropping her feet to the floor, I hold her eyes as I unfasten my pants, lower my ass to a chair, and tug her down. Pulling my cock out, I watch her stare at it, already hard as I wrap my hand around the shaft.
Lifting her gaze to mine, she drags her tongue up the underside of my cock, and I move my hand, letting my chest cave as she teases me.
I groan, “Fuck.”
Warmth covers me, coating my length as her mouth sinks down on me, taking me in slow and tight.
I tremble, letting my head fall back and my eyes close as she fits me almost entirely inside, taking her time and enveloping me in wet heat. Holding her face, I rub my thumb across her cheekbone, my heart nearly stopping when she pulls back, dragging her tongue up the underside once again. She comes down, and back up, down, and back up, wrapping her hand around the base when I grow too big for her mouth.
Sweat dampens my chest, and I run my hand through my hair, opening my eyes again to watch her.
But first, I catch our reflection in the mirror, my chair facing it. On all fours, her knees pressed to the ground as if she’s crawling to me, and her panties right where I put them, below her ass. I close my fingers in her hair, craving to have my mouth between her legs too.
I watch her head bob up and down on me, not thinking I can get any harder, but I hear a little moan when I swell more.
My phone rings, both of us jolting, but I don’t even think of answering. Nothing is that important.
She takes my cock, holding it in her hand as she licks it up and down, before sucking on the head. “Answer it,” she pants.
“Not now.”
“Number one,” she tells me. “Answer it.”
I remember her list, but I can’t remember what all the wishes were. Fumbling, I take the phone out of my pocket and see Jared’s name.
Oh, fuck no.
“Answer it,” she teases.
I grunt, feeling her sink down on my dick, taking me into her mouth again. Yes, okay. Anything.
I swipe the screen and hold the phone to my ear. “Let me guess,” I say, sounding out of breath but I can’t help it. “You want to play racquetball?”
“Wise ass,” Jared grumbles. “Have you seen Quinn?”
I start to break out in a full-on sweat as his sister’s mischievous eyes hold mine. Her soft, supple lips suck my cock, the tip of her tongue dipping out to play with me.
My eyes roll into the back of my fucking head.
“I…um.” I clear my throat. “I think she’s at Frosted.”
“Do me a favor and check,” he says. “My calls aren’t going through.”
Thank God he didn’t just decide to come check himself. Fuck! The back door is wide open.
“Madoc’s sending out an advisory today,” he tells me. “Everyone should stay in. There’ll be flash floods, and I want her home.”
She must’ve left her phone in the hideout.
She kneads my thighs through my pants, her whole body moving in and out as she sucks me. I’m mesmerized, watching her in the mirror.