Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 100791 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 504(@200wpm)___ 403(@250wpm)___ 336(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100791 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 504(@200wpm)___ 403(@250wpm)___ 336(@300wpm)
“Oooh. Yes, please.” I crawled up his chest and sat on his face, not shy about it in the least.
If I was honest about it, and there was no reason not to be, this would be the first time River and I sealed the deal. Yeah, we hooked up before, but then a cop knocked on the window and broke that up fast.
It was funny because I’d known River twice as long as the other guys, but he was the last one I claimed for my own— Well, actually, technically Bane was still fighting his claiming, but he was a pin I was determined to knock down... and I get what I set my mind to.
But River...
River wasn’t someone I was trying to get. River Redgrave was wild, dangerous, and unpredictable. He was a mystery stuffed with secrets, basted with doublespeak, and baked in an oven of hot, smoldering bad-boy enigmas.
Everything in me screamed to run away from wild and unpredictable because I needed to be the opposite. I needed stable and humdrum because a stable, safe life was the path back to my daughter, and finally having a home with her and my only family.
But then Sunny crashed into my life and brought Bane and Liam into it, and everything I knew about safe, stable, and the right kind of life went out the window. All of a sudden, I could finally see River for the stone-cold catch he was.
While Luca was a slimy, vile pig in a flesh mask, hiding his true nature from dozens of unsuspecting women, River was who he’d always been.
River never once tried to hide the man he was. Even though there was much he’d never told me, he also never lied to me. He welcomed me and Sienna, and gave us protection while other people refused us their spare change.
The truth was, River was always the man I was afraid to love, because I knew once I gave him my heart... he’d never give it back.
I rocked back on his tongue, eyes rolling up in my head as he latched on to my clit and sucked like he was trying to take the thing off and run away with it.
His fingers caressed a path from my hips and down to my middle. One, two, three, four fingers probed my pussy, stretching that happy hole wide. In went his long, thick, pink tongue.
“Ahh, yes,” I whispered. Rising up, I bounced up and down on his face—impaling myself on his tongue and those naughty fingers.
I wanted to be all cool and demure about it, but who was I kidding? I’ve never been cool or demure a day in my life, and if I learned to be, it wouldn’t be when one of the hottest guys I’ve seen was licking my pussy like a lollipop.
“Ah, yes, River, yes!” I shrieked—shaking and gyrating and riding him like the rodeo. “More! More! Deeper, River, yes! Baby, rub my clit! Rub my clit!”
He complied. The man got his thumb in there like a pro, vigorously rubbing that bundle of nerves while his fingers stretched me wide while tongue-fucking the crap out of me.
My screams quickly devolved into unintelligible nonsense. Heat rose beneath my skin, raising my temperature to a fever pitch. I doubled over—my lower belly contracting hard, trying to hold back the lit fuse burning down, down, down—
“Ahh!” My core exploded, bursting multicolored fireworks in my mind.
I came so hard, my spasming body tipped over and I fell off the couch.
“Shit! Kenzie, are you okay?”
“O-okay,” I gasped, shaking as orgasmic wave after wave crashed over my body. “I am... very okay...”
River scooped me up. Sitting upright and feet on the floor, he propped me on his lap and kissed the hell out of me as the last traces of my orgasm shuddered out of my body.
Tongues tangling, fireworks igniting, we made out like lovesick teenagers—hot and sloppy and addictive, and so distracting, I didn’t know my pussy was receiving another visitor until the sneaky slut let him in.
Moaning, my brows popped when River spread me cheeks and all, pushing me firmly down on his hardness. He held me still as he started pumping, springing off the edge of the couch and drilling me hard—all without breaking our kiss.
I cried out, pouring all my filthy words and desperate urgings for more, harder, and faster through his lips and into his soul. I had to be reaching his soul, because the man had found mine.
Small, afraid, and hiding in the deep, dark place it crawled into when my mother shot my father, and blew away the façade of my perfect dad and perfect childhood all in one act.
River coaxed it out and taught it to trust again, to laugh again, to believe in men again, to love again.
Yes, I loved River Redgrave. The truth was I always loved him... that’s why he pissed me the fuck off. When I wasn’t looking, the man talked me out of all my resolutions against love and made me his in every way before I could blink.