Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 33979 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33979 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
“And is there room in your truck? I might be able to persuade Miranda to give me a couple of extra days, and we can make one heck of a trip along the way.” I chew the idea around in my head, thinking about what that will mean for both of us. Maybe I can find a house to rent a night at a time, one that’s big enough to have a garage to store the trailer, and I can have Indy wrapped around me every night. “I’d of course pay my own way.”
“Cherry, you’re not paying. You’re with me, I’ve got you, always. Now, we gonna eat, you do the leg work while I do what I need to do, maybe have you talk to Jett to help me out on what she’ll need, and then I’ll sign your contract?” Her coffee cup clatters on the hard oak table top, she’s out of her chair, and I’ve got just enough time to push my own back and brace for her impact.
“Yes, yes, yes!” I seal the deal with a kiss. Breakfast can wait. Having Indy straddling my lap, her hot-as-fuck body on top of mine, is the best damn meal a man can have.
12
Indy
“Itake it you like that idea.” Toren flexes his hips. His hard length presses against my clit, and I wiggle in his lap. “Yeah, cherry, you like that idea. Now, tell me, what do you want?” Big masculine hands cup the cheeks of my ass, thumbs tilting my hips to where my core drags along his length.
“Are you allowing me to lead? What a turn of events from last night.” He might have guided me last night through our mutual pleasure, but there was no doubt about it, he was dominating me through the phone. And I enjoyed every last bit of it.
“Not fucking likely. Still going to give you what we both want. Only this time, want to know what you plan on doing now that you’re right here.” His eyes zone in on my lips, and I know where this is going.
“I want to take care of you with my hand.” I barely have time to breathe before his hand wraps around my waist and keeps me there.
Toren isn’t gentle. He isn’t asking.
He’s claiming.
“Stay still.” His command is quiet but absolute, and somehow, that makes it all the better.
“What if I don’t want to?” My pulse stumbles, and I place one hand on his chiseled chest. The other blazes a trail down his abdomen, the tips of my fingers swirling along his happy trail, and I know I could easily slip my hand beneath his shorts and wrap my hand around his cock.
“You do.” He rocks me against his length again, slow and deliberate. I contemplate pushing back, but the thought leaves before it takes hold. Instead, the palm on his chest digs into his muscle, testing his control. His body goes still beneath my touch, tension locking through him like a coiled spring. “Careful, cherry.” His voice is low, the rough restraint echoing through my senses.
“And why should I be careful, Toren? What if I like testing your control.”
“You’re not telling me something I don’t already know.” My breath catches, but I don’t stop, not when the tip of my pointer finger slides along the head of his velvet-soft tip.
“Is there a reason you aren’t stopping?” I cock an eyebrow, waiting for his response.
“You started this, cherry. Now you’re going to finish it, but we’re doing it my way. Take my cock out.” A quiet gasp slips from me, my stomach flips, and I do exactly as he says. My eyes lower to where I’m slowly uncovering his length. “Christ, look at what you do to me, Indy. All that’s for you, cherry. Can’t wait to have your lips wrapped around my dick, watching as you struggle to take me all the way to the back of your throat.” I let out a gasp. “Don’t act surprised, Indy. Heard you gag on your fingers last night." My nipples tighten, my core clenches, and now I’m suddenly contemplating dropping to me knees. Except the grip he has on me won’t allow it.
“Toren.” His fingers slip beneath my shorts and panties at the same time. He gathers my wetness, tips my hips upward, and then slams them inside of me. The palm of his hand hits my clit.
“Don’t stop. We’re going to get there together, I’m going to feed you, and then we’ve got work today, because tonight, you’re all fuckin’ mine.” My fingers curl around his length as his do the same inside of me. The come-hither motion has me sliding my hands in Toren’s hair, needing something to hold on to. He pumps his hips, and I rock mine.
“Look at you,” he mutters, “all this from sitting in my lap.”