Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 110721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 554(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 554(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
To keep from fucking up this opportunity, he tossed one of the wraps found in the closet onto the vanity. No reason to put it on yet. Fuck that. He had other plans first.
One had to do with his late-night munchies.
To keep his mouth busy so he didn’t blow her unspoken rule of staying silent, he took her mouth again. Aside from the kiss they shared on the deck, he hadn’t kissed a woman in a long fucking time. The only time he was interested in a woman’s mouth was when she was sucking his dick or licking his balls. Or tickling his taint with her tongue.
He had no reason to swap spit with any female. He never kissed Sheena the night they made Sunny and he still wasn’t sure if her pregnancy was an accident or the bitch had tried to trap him.
If so, the joke was on her. She had to carry his daughter for nine months, suffer through the pregnancy and everything that went along with that, and in the end, the plan backfired. She didn’t get what she wanted. Sheena never got to be his backpack on his sled. Never got to sleep in his bed. She damn sure never wore his cut and never would.
She never got shit from him except for Sunny.
What the fuck was wrong with him? He currently had a woman he wanted at his fingertips and here he was thinking about a woman he didn’t want, not even if she was the last slit remaining on Earth. He’d rather cut his fucking balls off, stuff them in a blender and…
What the actual fuck!
In an effort to shake those thoughts free, he squeezed Taryn’s tit and swept his tongue through her mouth again. Rolling the hard tip between his thumb and forefinger, he drew a moan from her.
Fuck yeah. That was better.
Her fingers weaved their way into his loose hair before they curled and held fast. As long as she didn’t leave a bald spot, he didn’t give a shit how much she pulled on his scalp. And, what d’ya know, his dick approved of the slight sting.
Her tits fit perfectly in his palm. Just like her nipples would fit perfectly in his mouth, his dick perfectly in her pussy, a finger or two perfectly up her ass.
That list sounded like the perfect plan of attack.
He swallowed her gasp when he plucked her nipples. First one, then the other as he deepened the kiss, practically tickling her tonsils.
Kissing her was dick-hardening hot, but he kept in mind she could pull the plug on this bathroom action at any time. And fuck if he wanted to miss out on what was waiting for him: a slick pussy that would sheath him like a well-oiled baseball glove.
As much as he didn’t want to rush, he also couldn’t take the time to explore every fucking inch of her. A bathroom sucked for that anyway. While it worked in a pinch, if he really wanted to do her right, he’d prefer to have her spread eagle on a bed where he had room to work and plenty of time to do so.
Without breaking the seal of their lips, he hooked his arms around her ass and lifted her until she was perched on the vanity.
After kneeing her legs open wider, he caught her hot, sweet scent of arousal.
Fuck yeah. If he touched her there…
Fuck that.
When he touched her there, he would find her soaked and ready for him.
Guaran-fucking-teed.
Chapter Fourteen
He was finding it goddamn difficult not to say shit. Stone was used to barking orders at whoever was on top of or under him, whether it was a sweet butt or some random snatch at The Castle for one of their parties.
After freeing her mouth, he dropped his to her tit, sucking one already hard-as-fuck nipple deep and making sure to scrape the tip with his teeth.
Her eyelids became heavy. Her mouth gaped. Her breathing sped up. Her nipples quickly became swollen and shiny from him sucking on them.
He was tempted to leave his mark in the rounded, soft flesh. Oh yeah. He wanted to mark her and mark her good. That way he could see a reminder of what they were about to do in this fucking room tomorrow and maybe even the next day.
Not that he’d need a reminder. He doubted he’d forget it any time soon. Taryn was not his usual pump and dump.
She was not a sweet butt or a hang-around. Or some drunk chick invited to one of their weekend-long blow-outs getting her thrills by hanging out with a bunch of outlaw bikers.
Taryn was a woman he had to live with for at least the next few months. If not longer. They’d have to face each other every day. They’d need to coordinate their kids’ schedules.