Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 39421 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 197(@200wpm)___ 158(@250wpm)___ 131(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39421 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 197(@200wpm)___ 158(@250wpm)___ 131(@300wpm)
And she was talking to Gauge.
Motherfucker was standing too close. Too casual. His posture relaxed in that easy way that made my knuckles itch.
My pulse turned into a snarl, and my vision tinted red.
I dropped the vest on the desk and stalked out of the office without a word, each step deliberate, lethal, burning with cold fury. My boots echoed on the concrete floor, but neither of them turned until I slammed my palm against the metal bay door control. The sound echoed like a gunshot, and both of them flinched as the door rolled down behind me with a metallic rattle and a heavy thud, cutting us off from the rest of the garage.
Gauge started to speak, but I didn’t give him the chance.
“You have five seconds to walk away,” I growled, my voice low and flat.
He looked between us, eyebrows lifting, but he wasn’t stupid. One look at my face, and he backed off, raising both hands as if I were ready to shoot him.
Because I was holding a fucking gun on him.
He hesitated, then wisely decided he didn’t want to test me. He gave Emily a stiff nod and ducked under the bay door before it fully sealed.
I lowered the gun and set it on a work cart before I turned toward her.
Her arms were crossed, brow lifted, not cowed in the slightest. “That was unnecessary.”
As I ate up the distance between us, she took one step back, then another, until her shoulders hit the wall. Her eyes were wide, lips parted, breath caught somewhere between a gasp and a challenge.
“You’re practically naked,” I rasped, one palm braced beside her head, caging her in. “And letting some other man breathe your air. You think my reaction was unnecessary?”
Her mouth parted in indignation. “Naked? Are you kidding me?”
“You’re not wearing a fucking bra.”
“It’s built in!”
“Don’t give a fuck,” I growled. “Easy access.”
Then I yanked the neckline of her tank down with one hand.
She gasped, eyes wide as her tits bounced free, with no barrier, her nipples were tight from the night air and my fury. That thin built-in shelf didn’t mean shit to my brain in this state. My mouth watered. My cock throbbed.
But I wasn’t done.
I shoved my other hand down the front of her shorts, fingers sliding past the waistband, straight to her bare, wet pussy. No panties.
I sucked in a breath through my teeth. “No bra. No panties. Talking to another man like that.” My fingers curled possessively, stroking her slit. “You trying to kill me, angel?”
“I didn’t do it on purpose,” she whispered, breath hitching.
“You don’t have to,” I murmured, dragging my fingers up through her slick folds. “You walk into a room, and I’m fucking gone.”
I curled my fingers between her thighs and felt how wet she already was. “You don’t get to dress like this and talk to other men.”
“I wasn’t doing anything wrong.”
“You were tempting fate,” I growled, voice low and lethal.
Her tank was still bunched under her tits, and her chest rose and fell with every ragged breath.
“You think I’m just gonna let you walk around like that?” I rasped, as I pressed her back to the cinderblock with one hand. “Dripping for me, uncovered, and letting some other asshole smile at you?”
Her lips parted, but nothing came out except a choked moan when I shoved a finger inside her and slammed my mouth down on hers. The last shred of my control burned away.
I yanked her shorts down with one hand, tearing the button clean off in the process, and she kicked them free as I dropped to my knees. Her thighs parted without hesitation, and I growled as I buried my face between them.
She tasted like heaven and heat and everything that belonged to me.
She jerked. “Oh, oh yes!”
“Mine,” I snarled, rising to my feet. I flipped her around, bracing one hand on the wall above her head while the other dragged my zipper down. My cock sprang free, thick and hard, already leaking. “This pussy’s mine. Say it.”
Emily gasped, her hands flying up to brace herself. “Yours. It’s yours.”
“That’s right, angel.”
Grabbing my cock, I groaned as I guided it to her soaked slit. No teasing. No hesitation. I lined myself up with her soaked pussy and slammed inside with one brutal thrust that made her cry out and slap a hand over her mouth.
“Yeah, angel,” I gritted, hips pistoning forward again. “Take it. Take what’s mine.”
She moaned, back arching, pushing herself onto me with a desperation that made my vision blur.
“Fuck, Emily,” I rasped against her ear. “You’re so tight I can barely move. This pussy was made to keep me buried in it.”
“Jude…yes…oh yes!”
I reached up and fisted her hair, yanking her head back just enough to whisper in her ear. “You feel that? That stretch? That fullness?” Another thrust, deep and hard. “That’s me. Filling up what’s mine.”