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)
I stepped between his knees, the spray hitting my shoulders, slicking my hair back in its wake, when Toren’s hands moved away from his cock and to my hips. He told me not to move in his commanding voice, smoky and thick with intent. I nearly crumbled to my knees, only his hold on what I’ve learned is his favorite place keeping me in place.
With Toren’s guidance, I climbed in his lap, my knees finding purchase on either side of his hips and stretching myself further than ever before. My hand took over from where his palm was with a nod of his head, and I slowly took my time lowering myself onto his cock. I watched his head fall back against the wall, his throat working as he swallowed a groan.
He allowed me to set the pace, using my hands on his shoulders as leverage. Each rise and fall sent a tidal wave of sensations through me. My head swam when he reached up, his arms wrapping around my upper back, drawing me impossibly closer and causing me to nearly stumble. Toren slowly gave up some of his control, allowing me to set the pace, but I knew it was because he gave it to me freely.
When he came, watching him break was indescribably beautiful. The cool, collected man crumbled under the weight of the pleasure I gave him. And when I lost the will to keep going, he thrust his hips upward until I came shortly after.
“Whatcha thinking about, cherry?” he breaks through my thought as he pulls up to the place that will be his for the next six months.
“Last night, this morning, all of the above.” There’s also the fact that tomorrow, it’s back to normal for me, working at the gallery, dealing with whatever Miranda sends my way, and that includes hours upon hours of overtime. When all I want to do is stay with Toren. Even tonight, I’m mourning the thought of not having his arms wrapped around me.
“We’ve got tonight, Indy, also tomorrow morning and every day after that. I get you’ve gotta work, and I do, too, and I’m not thrilled to lose you once I’ve finally found you. I like having you near when I’m creating something, to be able to look up and see you’re there. It’s nice as fuck. And while I wanna be greedy as hell and make your boss add another clause where you’re with me while I’m on a welding machine, I know I can’t ask that of you.” He puts the truck in Park and then takes my hand in his.
“Tor.” My voice, his eyes, the way he licks his lips, I’m up and over the center console before I know it.
“That, that right there, what’s a man gotta do to convince you to stay with me tonight?” I should really go home, start another load of laundry, catch up with Alex, and do some work before starting what I’m sure will be a Monday from hell. Then again, I can always text my best friend, update each other, do laundry tomorrow after work, and swing by my place in the morning to get dressed.
“Hmm... Well, you’re currently neck to neck with a mountain of laundry in my suitcase and at home, along with a very annoying six-o’clock alarm. It’s going to be tough to beat that.”
He closes the gap, eliminating the small space between us entirely. One hand slides into my hair, his thumb tracing the line of my jaw with a slow, deliberate movement. Thoughts of tomorrow become a distant memory.
“You want coffee?” he murmurs low and rough. “I’ll have it ready and waiting before the sun comes up. But let’s get one thing clear: by the time I’m done with you tonight, you’re going to need all that caffeine just to remember your own name.” I swallow the lump in my throat, liking his promise already. “And laundry? Forget about it. I have much better plans for those clothes, and they involve ending up in a pile on my floor. So, you tell me, cherry. Are you staying tonight?” He doesn’t wait for an answer. His lips hover an inch from mine, giving me barely enough room to breathe and just enough to realize I’m not going anywhere. I’m right where I belong.
17
Toren
Monday hit like a freight train with the alarm coming to life, and the only thing that didn’t make me want to hit a reset button was that I stayed true to my word. I woke Indy up with my head buried between her thighs, licking, sucking, and fucking her tight-as-hell cunt with my mouth, tongue, and fingers. I also learned along the way that this works a hell of a lot better than promising coffee in order to get her rear in gear.