Total pages in book: 146
Estimated words: 142214 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 711(@200wpm)___ 569(@250wpm)___ 474(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 142214 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 711(@200wpm)___ 569(@250wpm)___ 474(@300wpm)
“Why are you afraid of what people might think?”
She shook out the pants and shrugged. “I just don’t want anything to ruin what we have.”
He took her arm and pulled her close, the warmth from the dryer still clinging to her skin as he brushed a soft kiss on her lips. “As long as we’re open and honest with each other, nothing can break us. Understand?”
Nodding, she softened under his touch. “Yes.”
“Good. Now, kiss me like you mean it.” She dropped the ski pants, and looped her arms around his neck as he lifted her to sit on the dryer. The warm metal buzzed beneath her as the residual heat from the cycle seeped through her jeans.
The kiss went from slow and drugging to ravenous in two seconds flat.
Hungry gasps and greedy hands undid all the layers they spent the last twenty minutes putting on. The scent of fabric softener and detergent surrounded them as she playfully licked at his mouth for more.
He unbuckled his belt with practiced efficiency. “Such a tease.” Scooting her closer to the edge, he wedged her panties aside and aligned himself. The moment he pulled her onto him, penetrating her deeply, she gasped. “Feel that?” he whispered against her ear, his breath hot against her neck.
“Mm-hmm.”
He rotated his hips, the movement sending sparks up his spine. He wanted to show her all the amazing things her body could experience. Gently, he traced his fingertips up her thigh. “Still sore?”
“A little, but it’s okay.” Her muscles had yet to recover from last night, and he’d had her more times than he could count.
“We’ll take it slow.” Gripping her ass, he pulled her down on his hard length with each languid thrust.
She bit his ear. “What if I want it hard and fast?”
His cock pulsed inside of her and he growled. “Ask and you shall receive.” Drawing back, he thrust deep.
The dryer banged into the wall, and the washer shook as spare change and laundry cups fell to the floor with metallic clatters. The machine’s vibration amplified every thrust, creating a rhythm that matched their desperate need. Angling back against a folded pile of towels, she braced her hands against the shelves and walls as he fucked her into the laundry closet. Fast and dirty, exactly as she requested.
Her nails scratched down his arms and his breath quickened. Every muscle in his body twitched and flexed in euphoric bliss. The small space trapped their sounds—her gasps, his groans, the rhythmic banging of the machines against the wall. Their eyes met the moment he lost control, a thousand treasured secrets passing between them as they voraciously licked and bit at each other, needing to get as close as possible.
His release rushed out of him and he pumped his hips hard as he grasped her breasts. He couldn’t get enough of her mouth. Starved for every inch of her, he panted, dragging his hand down to her ass as he squeezed hard enough to leave a mark. She was an incredibly quick learner and he was a very happy teacher.
He grunted with one more flex of his hips then slowly pulled away, breaking the kiss as they both panted. Her hair was a mess, and her cheeks were flushed. A quarter stuck to her arm, and the laundry detergent had spilled across the floor in a blue puddle.
“Shit.”
“I’ll get a mop.”
Greyson helped her down, and she swayed, a little off balance. She giggled as she wobbled down the hall, completely naked aside from her thick wool socks, her skin still flushed from their encounter.
“Careful.”
She returned a moment later with the mop, still gloriously bare. “Give me that.”
Rat peeked out of the bedroom to see if the noisy part was over and Wren scooped him up, her breasts pressing against his soft fur. There really was nothing sexier than seeing a naked Wren nuzzle his kitten.
When he cleaned up the mess, he closed the laundry closet. “I hate to rush you, but we’ve gotta get moving.”
Once dressed again, they secured Rat in the spare room with his litter box and some toys, then finished bundling up against the December cold.
“Do you have sunglasses? The wind off the coast will make your eyes tear.”
The thirty-minute entrance into the harbor on the vintage boat was something Greyson’s family orchestrated every year. He wanted a flawless trip since it was Wren’s first big voyage with him as the acting captain.
She slipped on a pair of aviators. “Think I’ll be warm enough?”
Even bundled up like an arctic explorer, she was freaking adorable. “You’ll easily be the hottest woman in Hideaway.”
She laughed and tossed him his keys. “Let’s go.”
Cruising through several stop signs and yellow traffic lights, Greyson made it to the fishery on time. Wren bounced nervously on the front seat of his truck where the makeshift cat bed for Rat usually sat. He didn’t understand why she was nervous, but he figured it just had to play itself out for her to see there was nothing to worry about.