Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 56395 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 282(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56395 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 282(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
Brogan worked me through it until I was limp and panting. Only then did he slowly withdraw his fingers, bring them to his mouth, and lick them clean with a low sound of satisfaction.
I practically melted into the mattress when he knelt up between my spread thighs, the thick length of his dick heavy and flushed. He hooked my legs around his waist, the head of him nudging against my entrance as he leaned over me once more. “Need to be inside you.”
“Then take me.”
I dug my nails into Brogan’s shoulders as the slow stretch of him sliding deep stole my breath. He filled me inch by careful inch, watching my face the entire time.
My head tipped back against the pillow, and I panted, “More.”
“Meant it when I said I’d give you anything you need,” he growled before pulling almost all the way out and thrusting back in hard and fast.
All I could do was hold on for the ride as he set a rhythm that had the bed creaking beneath us. Every deep stroke dragged against that perfect place inside me, building the pressure all over again.
“Fuck, you feel perfect,” he rasped against my ear. “So tight and wet around my cock. Like this pussy was made just for me.”
His hands slid under my butt, tilting my hips so he could drive even deeper. The new angle made me see stars.
“Brogan,” I moaned his name, my nails scoring down his back as the pleasure continued to build.
“That’s it, baby,” he encouraged, his voice rough with strain. “Take every inch. Want you walking around tomorrow still feeling where I’ve been.”
“So close,” I gasped.
One of his hands moved between us so he could rub tight circles over my clit in time with his thrusts.
“Come on my cock,” he demanded. “Want to feel you squeeze me when you fall apart. Give it to me, Jacqueline. Now.”
The orgasm slammed into me, and I cried out as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me again. Brogan’s rhythm turned erratic for a few more powerful thrusts before he buried himself to the hilt and came with a guttural groan. I felt every hot pulse as he filled me, his body shuddering against mine.
He stayed deep inside me as we both caught our breath, one big hand stroking my hair back from my damp face. When he finally lifted his head, his eyes were softer than I’d ever seen them.
He pressed a kiss against my lips. “All fucking mine.”
I was too blissed out to do anything but whisper, “Yours.”
As I lay sprawled across Brogan’s chest, still catching my breath while his big hand stroked lazily up and down my back, he reached over to the nightstand and grabbed his phone. I stuck my bottom lip out in an exaggerated pout when he pulled up the security camera feeds, the soft glow of the screen lighting his face.
“Really?” I teased. “You’re checking cameras right after that?”
He leaned down and gave me a quick, firm kiss. “Just making sure everything’s still quiet. Then I’m all yours again.”
I settled back against him, tracing the tattoo on his right pec while he scrolled through the feeds. Then his entire body went rigid beneath me.
I lifted my head. “What is it?”
His eyes stayed locked on the screen, and I glanced down to see that one of the exterior camera tiles had gone completely black. A moment later, another feed blinked out.
Brogan sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed. I scrambled up beside him just as the entire house plunged into darkness.
The power was gone, but I felt Brogan turn toward the window. “I smell smoke.”
19
JACQUELINE
We were out of bed in a flash.
“Clothes. Boots. Now,” Brogan ordered, already yanking on his jeans.
I scrambled into the first things I could find while he shoved his feet into his boots. Then he grabbed his gun and phone. The house was pitch black, so he took my hand and led me down the hallway to the breaker box in the utility room.
Using his phone as a flashlight, he cursed. “No tripped breaker. Power’s out.”
We moved toward the front of the house. Brogan opened the door just enough to look outside, and a shot cracked through the night, the bullet slamming into the wood only inches from his head. He yanked the door shut hard and tugged me behind his back.
“Smells like accelerant, dammit,” he growled.
“What about the exterior roof and perimeter sprinklers Grandpa installed for wildfires?” I asked, my pulse thundering in my ears. “They should run on a backup generator.”
He moved us away from the front of the house, careful to keep himself between me and danger. “Won’t do any good if they damaged the water line too.”
“All of this for the notebook?” I whispered.
Brogan’s voice was grim as he murmured, “They gotta eliminate you as a witness too if Wade wants to keep his son outta jail.”