Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 91748 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91748 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Shit! I had to get up. Leave. Go wash my cum and the scent of Elsie’s magical pussy off me. I wouldn’t get any sleep if I could smell her. I’d end up jerking off again. I liked the idea of her sleeping with my release on her though. That was the territorial shit I had to find a way to shut down. Make it stop. I’d do it when I wasn’t naked in bed with her. Wasn’t possible at the moment.
I bent my head and then caught myself. I’d been about to kiss the top of hers. What was wrong with me? She was asleep. Why the fuck kiss her? Jesus, I was leaving.
Slowly, I slid my arm out from under her sleeping body and paused to make sure she wasn’t going to wake up. When she didn’t seem to be bothered, I eased out from under the covers and started to stand up.
“No!” she cried out, breaking the silence.
My head snapped back around to see her eyes were still closed, but she was whimpering.
“No … no … please,” she began to mumble as she gripped at the sheets frantically.
What the fuck? Was she having a nightmare?
“Momma, no, no, no,” she wailed this time, and sobs tore from her lips.
Fucking hell! I climbed back under the covers and pulled her against me. “Shh, it’s a dream. You’re okay,” I assured her.
I could feel the dampness on my chest from the tears. She was crying. I hadn’t known you could do that in your sleep.
I ran my hand down her hair over and over, trying to soothe her. “I’m here. You’re okay,” I repeated.
Her hand gripped my arm and held on tightly. Erratic, fast breathing slowly began to fade into normalcy. The tight hold she had on me eased. But my heart rate was still hammering away in my chest.
What had she been dreaming about? Her parents’ deaths?
My throat felt tight, and I took a deep breath, trying to calm down. Did she do that often? Fuck.
I held her to me tightly, although I was pretty sure whatever nightmare had her was gone. It was for my own sanity. This put leaving in a different perspective. Elsie wasn’t like other girls. She’d been dealt a horror most would never face. My staying with her was so she wouldn’t be alone in case the nightmare returned. She’d understand that.
We hadn’t fucked. And not because I wouldn’t fit. I grinned at her believing that was the case. No, I’d stopped things because she had been saving herself for the right guy. Whatever the fuck that meant. I just knew I wasn’t him. There was no romance or relationship in our future.
When I looked down at her face, the ache in my chest told me she deserved so much more than I could offer. With me, she’d get hurt. I wasn’t that guy. But damn the idea of some unknown bastard being the one …
And I was back in that cage, pacing.
Thirty
Elsie
Before I was fully awake or opened my eyes, I could smell him. The warmth of his body against my back was the next thing that registered. Lastly, the hard ridge of his erection against my bare butt.
A tingle ran through me. He had stayed with me last night. Did that mean we would do more of the things we had last night? I hadn’t woken up all night long. I couldn’t remember dreaming, if I had. I felt rested and … not so heavy. The world didn’t seem as dark today.
Guilt crept in as I thought about it. Was I allowed to feel happiness? Shouldn’t that be impossible?
The arm Forge had over me moved, and his hand covered one of my breasts. A low, sleepy groan came from his chest. I watched his large, tanned hand knead the plump mound, and I bit down on my bottom lip to keep from making a sound. I wasn’t sure if he was asleep or not. If he woke up, would he stop?
His face buried into the back of my hair. “Mmm. Fuck, you smell good.” His voice was thick and raspy, sending goose bumps over my body.
I really liked waking up with him.
He rocked his hips, rubbing against me. The area between my legs was already damp, but that was making it much worse.
“You feel good too,” he murmured.
Just as I started to pant, he was gone.
“I’d better get up. Probably got fifty texts and calls from Oz about last night,” he said as he threw the covers back and got out of bed.
I turned to look at him while holding the sheet up to cover my nudity, which was dumb since he had seen it all last night. He stretched, and the muscles in his back stood out as his butt tightened. He was mouthwatering. The view was over too soon, and he bent down to grab his jeans and slid them up, not bothering with the boxers. Leaving them unbuttoned, he snatched up his shirt and boxers, then glanced back to find me watching him.