Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 41825 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 209(@200wpm)___ 167(@250wpm)___ 139(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 41825 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 209(@200wpm)___ 167(@250wpm)___ 139(@300wpm)
Hadley whimpered, and her nails dug deeper into my flesh. Her body met mine instinctively, her hips chasing the rhythm and taking everything I gave her.
“That’s it, baby,” I grunted, an edge of satisfaction cutting through the heat. “Take my cock deep. Fuck, you feel perfect. Tight and hot, made just for me.”
She tightened around me and cried out as her legs locked tighter. Like she was afraid to let me go.
“Fuck,” I dragged the word out, my head dropping briefly as I drove into her again, harder this time. “Feel so damn good. Squeeze me. Fuck, yes. Just like that. You’re gonna milk every drop out of me, baby.”
The whole world could have been burning down around us, and I wouldn’t have known or cared. Nothing mattered right then except the way she felt under me, how she responded as she gave herself to me.
“Yes, Thayer,” Hadley moaned, her inner muscles clenching.
I was fucking lost. My body took over, pushing harder, driven by something deeper than thought. My mind was consumed with what I felt building inside her. And me. We rushed toward something that wasn’t going to be held back much longer.
“That’s it,” I muttered, my focus narrowing, every sense locked onto the way she felt. “Right there. Oh fuck, yes.”
“Thayer!” Her body arched under me, the tension finally snapping.
“That’s it, baby. Ride it out. Let me fucking feel you come all over my cock.” The headboard slammed into the wall as the sounds of her climax rang in my ears. There was no finesse; I’d lost myself entirely. My white-hot rush of release surged violently through me, and my hips ground deep as I roared her name. My chest was heaving, my body shaking violently as I came deep inside her.
It seemed to go on forever, but eventually, I was empty and collapsed onto the bed. I was careful to keep my full weight off Hadley, though, who’d gone limp beneath me.
“Fuck, Hadley. That was…damn. You’re mine now, baby. In every fucking way.” I raised my head and gazed down at her beautiful face. She smiled, clearly exhausted, but glowing and completely wrecked in the best possible way.
Hadley belonged to me now. Fully and irrevocably. I’d marked her as my own, inside and out. Nothing would ever fucking change that.
13
HADLEY
As sunlight filtered through the edges of the blinds, I woke slowly, cocooned in heat and the steady rhythm of Thayer’s breathing against the back of my neck. His big body was curled around mine, one heavy arm locked possessively over my waist, his palm spread across my stomach like he needed to feel me even in sleep. My back was pressed flush to his chest, and every inch of skin that touched his felt branded in the best possible way.
The memory of last night still hummed through my body. I shifted a little, savoring the delicious ache between my thighs. And the way his hold tightened instinctively, pulling me closer as if he didn’t need to be awake to refuse to let me go.
A contented sigh escaped me. This was becoming my favorite way to wake up—wrapped in Thayer like I belonged here. I couldn’t stop myself from pressing a soft kiss to the tattooed forearm draped over me.
He made a low, sleepy sound in response, the vibration rumbling straight through me. His hand slid higher, his fingers splaying just beneath my breast, his thumb brushing lazy circles that made my nipples tighten against the sheet. Even half asleep, the man was utterly addictive. And I loved it.
I lay there, letting myself enjoy the quiet luxury of no expectations. It was easy to imagine every morning like this, knowing I was exactly where I was meant to be. The thought made my breath catch in my chest. I’d spent years learning how to shrink myself to fit someone else’s perfect picture. But Thayer made room for all of me.
His muscles bunched as he pulled me tighter to nuzzle into my hair. “Morning, baby.”
“Good morning,” I whispered back, smiling against his arm. I turned just enough to press a kiss to his jaw, letting my fingers trace the ink on his forearm.
I was enjoying this quiet moment with him when the doorbell echoed through the house.
Thayer’s body tensed behind me. The relaxed, sleepy man vanished in an instant, replaced by the alert biker I’d first met at the track.
I sat up slowly, the sheet pooling around my waist.
“Who could that be this early?” I asked, reaching for the nearest shirt. One of his, of course.
Thayer was already rolling out of bed, pulling on sweatpants with efficient movements. “Not expecting anyone.”
The bell rang again, and something in my stomach twisted with uneasy anticipation.
Thayer pulled on a black T-shirt and pajama pants, then moved toward the hallway as I scrambled out of bed, tugging his oversized shirt over my head and down my thighs. Before I followed, I dug through my steadily growing stash of clothes for a pair of leggings and pulled them on.