Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 114068 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 570(@200wpm)___ 456(@250wpm)___ 380(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114068 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 570(@200wpm)___ 456(@250wpm)___ 380(@300wpm)
The girl who’s not pretty or clever or normal enough to want.
The girl who’s easy to forget.
CHAPTER 11
Middle-of-the-Night Marathon
Duke
Fucking perfect.
This girl feels so fucking perfect I have to bite down on the inside of my cheek to keep myself from coming.
She’s hot and swollen and soft, and the feel of her coming on my dick sends my pulse, my thoughts, my will to live into a death spiral.
“Duke.” She’s whimpering, her hands moving to my face. “Wow. I’m…not okay.”
I kiss her neck, trailing my nose up the column of her throat before capturing her mouth with my own. “What can I do to fix that?”
“Nothing,” she breathes. “There’s nothing that needs fixing. That was…just. Wow.”
I let myself chuckle, even as my balls scream in agony. I’m prouder than I probably should be that I finally made this girl let loose. Let go.
She’s surrendering to me and to the moment for once. How can I convince her to keep doing that?
“Good,” I manage, rocking into her tight heat. Maybe now you’ll give me a shot. “You feel so good, sweetheart. We fit so good.”
I wonder if being under the covers, lost in complete darkness, is why I’m so attuned to her every breath, every noise, every movement. I’m aware of her, of us, in a way that’s an enormous turn-on.
She runs her thumb over my lips. “Don’t stop.”
“Couldn’t.” I kiss the pad of her thumb. “Couldn’t ever stop. But I’m close.”
Her hands move to my sides, that thumb catching on my nipple. I curse.
She does it again before moving to the other nipple. “What else can I do to make you feel as good as I do right now?”
My chest squeezes. I like how she gives as good as she gets in every sense of the expression. She’s generous, invested in this being good for both of us, and I…Christ, I’m flying so fucking high right now.
“I wanna come inside you so bad.” I impale her on a hard thrust, our bodies smacking when they meet. “But I also don’t wanna get us into trouble.”
“I told you, I’m on the pill.” She lifts her head to kiss my shoulder before moving to my neck. “We’re good.”
“Sweetheart, this is so much better than good.”
“Yeah?”
I manage to scoff. “Yeah.”
“Please.” Her voice takes on a desperate edge. And the way she clings to me, fingers curling into my sides—it’s like she’s worried I won’t stay.
Not a chance.
The heaviness in my core becomes unbearable. My hips jerk, and for several strokes, I rut like a goddamn animal, mindless with lust. Best sex I’ve had, no question.
It’s Wheeler.
How smart she is.
How creative and curious and open-minded.
It’s also being in a bed that’s not mine in a town I don’t know. I love the idea of tomorrow being wide open. No literal or proverbial shit to shovel. No busted tires on trailers or four a.m. wakeup calls.
Nice little break from a routine that’s really been wearing on me.
Wheeler moans, pressing her tits against my chest. She runs her fingernails up and down my sides, the pressure she applies just right. Goose bumps break out on my arms and legs.
I shove inside her one last time.
The pressure.
The heat.
I can’t believe I’m inside Wheeler Rankin right now.
I can’t believe she finally let me in.
White light explodes from my center outward. I come with a guttural moan, her name on my lips as the orgasm slams into me.
It knocks the wind out of my lungs. I can’t breathe. Can’t move. I just feel, my entire being a live wire of sensation.
“Duke.” Wheeler’s voice is a whisper, her lips catching on the underside of my chin. “Take your time. No rush. No rush. I love the feel of you like this.”
Raw. Bare. Exposed.
I should have some sense of self-preservation. Yeah, Wheeler is letting me have her tonight. But there’s something keeping her from jumping in with both feet. Who knows how she’ll feel in the morning?
But I know I’m already in too deep to fight. I don’t want any drama. Definitely don’t want to play games. Wheeler is one of a kind, and I’ve been around long enough to know she’s something special.
A small eternity later, the shock waves finally subside. My body feels hollowed out.
And Wheeler—she still feels warm and inviting. I kiss her, a slow, deep, lingering pull and press of tongue, lips, breath.
She’s breathing hard. I get it. I can’t catch my breath either. Our skin is sticky with sweat.
Can’t help it. I smile.
“What?” she whispers.
“Mission accomplished.”
Wheeler scoffs. “You got in my pants?”
“I got you warm.”
She goes still at that. Then, after a beat: “You did. Thank you.”
“You okay if I pull out? Might hurt a little, but I wanna get you cleaned up. This is gonna be messy.”
“That a problem?” Her finger trails down my chest.
“Jesus fuck.”
“What?”
“Just—” I straighten my elbows, using my core to lift myself off her. “You wouldn’t mind the mess, would you?”