Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 83358 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 417(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83358 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 417(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
That’s all it takes.
She cries out, voice cracking on my name as she comes apart. It’s wild and raw and honest, and it wrecks me.
I really, really like the sound of my name on her lips.
I kiss my way back up to her mouth, greedy for the taste of her, and she tugs at my waistband with shaking hands.
“I want you,” she murmurs.
There’s no hesitation. I reach for my wallet, grab the condom I stuck in there earlier and make quick work of it. Then I settle between her thighs, pause to look at her, flushed and waiting, her hands limp on her belly.
And then I’m inside her.
Everything tilts.
Winnie’s hands move to my ass and she digs her fingernails in. Her eyes hold mine as I brace my hand beside her head and press the other to her hip, anchoring us both. I move slow—deep—kissing her between every thrust like I’m trying to memorize how she falls apart.
She threads her fingers through my hair and pulls me closer, and I let go. Just a little. Just enough to lose myself in the feel of her.
It builds in waves. The tension. The hunger. The fucking need.
When she finally breaks beneath me, crying out my name for a second time, I follow right after, gritting the pleasure through clenched teeth and a deep, feral growl in my chest. The world narrows to the two of us and nothing else.
We stay like that—tangled up, foreheads pressed together, trying to catch our breaths.
After a few long beats, she whispers, “Okay.” Licks her lower lip. “That was… intense.”
I chuckle, still dazed. “Yeah,” I murmur, brushing a kiss to her cheek. “Nowhere near normal.”
“Fuck normality,” she whispers, her hands stroking my lower back.
Laughing, I tilt my head and bury it in her neck, pressing a soft kiss to her vanilla-scented skin. “It’s getting late. Can I stay?”
“Of course,” she murmurs.
“Good… because we’re going to do that one more time. Need to get my fill before the road trip. Not sure how we’ll survive three and a half days without this.”
She giggles, looking coy. “I believe it’s called your fist and my vibrator.”
I was not expecting that and the thought of Winnie, lying in her bed at night, pleasuring herself while thinking of me… okay, we may need to fuck at least two more times tonight.
Lifting up on my elbows, I stare down at her. “On a scale of one to ten, how uncomfortable were you tonight with the team?”
Her eyes soften, I think appreciative that I’d ask. “To start out, it was pretty close to ten. But before long, I felt like part of the gang.”
“Good,” I say with a satisfied smile. “Because that’s what I wanted.”
“Me too,” she admits and then wiggles under me. “How about we get ready for bed? I want to get Buttermilk settled and I need to wash my face and brush my teeth.”
I pop off the couch, pulling her up with me. She takes the en suite bathroom and I clean up in the guest one, even using a fresh toothbrush she said was in the drawer, with the promise to meet back in her room. I go fully commando naked when I climb under the covers. Maybe I can leave a few things of mine over here, but I’ll ask her about it first. I often think we’re on the same page, but I don’t like to assume.
When Winnie comes out of the bathroom, her head is bent over her phone, the expression on her face guarded.
“What’s up?” I ask as she moves toward me. She’s wearing a simple tank top and short set and her hair is in a high ponytail.
She settles on the edge of the bed, her face scrunched as she stares at her phone. “I, um… I posted a TikTok while we were at Jerry’s tonight, sort of giving a confessional… you know, how vulnerable I was feeling. I tagged you.”
Her gaze rises to meet mine. I hadn’t seen it yet, but I could guess how it went. A self-deprecating admission she was feeling out of her league. “Yeah… that’s your schtick, right? And meeting the team for the first time, I imagine it was appropriate.”
“Right,” she says in a low voice. “It’s just… the comments are more nasty than supportive.”
There’s something about the tone in her voice that puts me on edge. Winnie and I have talked plenty about the dark side of putting yourself out there, how things aren’t always sunshine, lollipops and rainbows. Because people can be brutal.
“Let me see,” I say, not really asking but taking her phone from her hands. I hadn’t seen the TikTok yet, so I pause to watch it.
She’s in the bar’s bathroom, looking beautiful and confounded. I love that look on her.
“Okay… real talk from the women’s room…”