Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 29589 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 148(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29589 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 148(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
Paul appears in the kitchen entryway, stopping short when he sees Shea at my side, her hand held tightly in mine. Three other men crowd in behind him, as if they sense something of interest. They’re looking at Shea…well, probably a lot like how I looked at Shea when she walked into my house for the first time. How I still look at her.
Like she’s an angel who accidentally tumbled off a cloud and landed on earth.
And because she got warm in the car, she took off her sweatshirt, leaving her in little black bike shorts and a sports bra. Sneakers. That perky blonde ponytail.
Long story short, she looks fucking hot.
I step in front of her, blocking her from view. Maybe it wasn’t a good idea to bring her around a bunch of horny construction workers.
“Who is this, boss?” asks the foreman, craning his neck.
I issue him a warning look. I issue one to all of them. “This is Shea and she’s none of your fucking business. Show me the cracked wall.”
Shea remains tucked into my side, one hand on my back, the other one curled in the front of my T-shirt, while Paul gives me the rundown of the problem. We stand in the kitchen now, surveying the issue, but I can feel them sneaking glances at Shea, even though she couldn’t be making it more obvious that she’s taken. Their gazes are curious. Impressed.
Lustful.
I can tell they’re trying to fight off the impulse to stare at their boss’s girlfriend, but in the end, they lose the fight. They want what is mine. All four of them. Of course they do. Her young ass in those shorts is pure pornography.
I settle a hand on the curve of her backside to proclaim ownership and she goes up on her tiptoes, snuggling closer. She must feel them staring and want to reassure me.
God almighty, I need to fuck.
And damn, that dominant streak she’s electrified to life inside of me is on fire right now, urging me to let the pack know that I’m the alpha. That she’s my mate. I can’t believe these animalistic urges are a part of me now, but they feel good. Like I’m no longer suppressing my baser instincts as a man to make people comfortable.
I’m welcoming them.
“I’m going to show Shea the upstairs.” I brush my lips against her temple. “She’s studying to be a decorator. Maybe she’ll have some ideas about the space.” I guide her out of the silent kitchen, yelling, “Get to work,” over my shoulder.
Shea ascends the staircase in front of me, and I have to grip my balls so they don’t explode, because her ass is killing me. That suggestive sway of her hips. I’m panting by the time we reach the landing, my cock throbbing in my jeans. She starts to move around the space, murmuring about lighting possibilities and floor plans.
She squeaks in surprise when I steer her into the bathroom at the top of the stairs.
Slam the door and shove her up against it, trapping her with my body.
I’ve surprised her. Those big, confused eyes blink up at me, but excitement is already beginning to gather there. The breathless need to service me.
“I’m going to fuck you very hard right now, little girl. I’m sorry.” I unfasten my buckle and draw my zipper down, hissing when my cock springs free through the opening, finally able to breathe. “Scream as loud as you want.”
I capture her mouth before she has a chance to respond, and instantly, she’s moaning. Loosening her neck and letting me maul her from above, inviting my hands to roam up and over her incredibly full tits, groping and massaging them through her sports bra, my tongue delving rhythmically into her mouth. I’m on fire from the taste of her, the acquiescence. The shape of her body as it welcomes the strength of mine, molding and confirming to my muscles and roving hands, like a preening kitten who craves attention.
She’s got mine. All of it.
For life.
Her delicate fingers find my cock and she whimpers, stroking me. “Y-you’re going to make love to me here?”
I tilt my hips with a grunt, pushing my erection into her hand. Obsessed with the way her thumb circles my tip, then strokes down hard to the base, like she’s going on instinct and senses what will make me the hardest. “You give me no choice.” Sipping kisses from her swollen mouth, I work the shorts and thong down her hips, letting them fall to her ankles. “I need them to know you belong to me. I need to remind myself that somehow my beautiful angel belongs to me.”
“Yes, I do,” she whispers, kicking away the shorts.
Stripping off her sports bra.
That leaves her completely nude, save her sneakers, while I’m fully dressed.
I toss her smaller body up between me and the door, my heart running a marathon in my chest. Skipping beats over the way she looks at me, so trusting. Sweet beyond my wildest imagination. Almost unbearably soft where I push my dick inside of her, her thighs flexing and eager around my hips.