Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 125852 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 629(@200wpm)___ 503(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125852 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 629(@200wpm)___ 503(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
There’s a slight frown over his brow, but he says nothing, welcoming me onto his lap with eager arms.
I pepper his jaw with light kisses, tipping his neck back to gently suck on his throat, right over his windpipe, wondering if he’d allow me access to the pipe growing beneath me.
“Tell me what we’re doing,” he rasps, an almost desperate plea to his gravelly tone.
I freeze, but then his hands start to roam, and it works like a charm. I ease, kissing a path to his ear, and whisper, “Pretending…”
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
Brady
Pretending.
That’s what she said.
Too bad nothing about the way her little nails are digging into my pecs or the greedy glide of her lips across my skin is pretend.
Thank fuck for that, but I am a more than willing participant in this little game of ours.
I drive my fingers into her wet hair, giving it a good pull until she’s gasping in my mouth, her lips curving against my throat. “And who are we tonight, Hellcat?”
“Not strangers from the bar.” She sinks her teeth into my shoulder, her tongue sliding across the spot and sending a spasm down my spine.
I clamp her hip with my free hand, and she moans into my ear.
“Fuck.” My eyes clench at the sound, and I use my grip on her hair to take my turn, tugging her head back until it’s my mouth on her throat. She swallows beautifully, and I kiss along her collarbone. “Who are we, Cammie Girl?”
“We’re real.”
Her words hammer at my heart, and my head flies up, our gazes locking, but this isn’t a deep moment that defines us. No, her features aren’t soft.
She’s on fire. Needy.
And it’s me she wants something from.
“Real, huh?” I rasp, shifting and crab-walking us a few feet until my back hits the edge of the couch.
Cameron chuckles, falling against my chest even more, her hands gliding lower until she’s pushing the hem of my shirt up, her long, silky fingers ghosting along my abs and making me fucking shiver. “I’m just Cameron, your girl. You’re just Brady, my man.”
“I see.” I wrap her hand around my fist and draw her closer, my dick twitching against her when her lips part. “So we’re pretending that this isn’t pretend at all, hmm?”
“Ding, ding. We have a winner.” She teases, tongue coming out and swiping across my lips.
I sit up slightly and haul my shirt over my head, throwing it I don’t even care where, and then I’m grabbing her hands, putting them back on my skin.
She inhales deeply, her legs opening a little wider around me, knees pressing into the crook of the carpet and the bottom frame of the couch.
My hands come around her, squeezing her ass, enjoying the feel of it in my palms. “Well, as your man, it’s my job to make sure you feel good, isn’t it?”
“Damn straight it is.” She smirks, tongue coming out, rolling along the tips of her teeth.
With more sex appeal and sass than one woman should possess, she reaches down, tearing the T-shirt she’s wearing over her head.
My eyes snap to her chest in a blink, and my dick fucking cries in jealousy.
Perfect, perky tits stare back at me, needy nipples swollen and begging for my touch, but it isn’t the way they go from firm to rock solid right before my eyes that has my hips bucking involuntarily but the little dangling loops that hang from the center of them.
She changed the barbells to half-moons, but the spikes…the spikes are still there, and right now, they’re shaking because she is shaking.
“My needy little Hellcat,” I murmur and take them in my hands.
They don’t overflow but allow me to cover her completely, like a shield of right, claiming them as mine, at least for the length of this little game we’re playing.
My thumb follows the curve of her nipple, up and around, and she whimpers. A whimper that turns into a low cry of pleasure when I give the little loops a nice, gentle tug.
“Shit.” She shivers. “I had no idea it would feel so—”
“Good?”
“Mm,” she mews, pushing her chest into my palms, but then her words catch up to me.
“Wait.” I pause and her eyes flick open.
She smirks in triumph and then her knees slide even wider, her pussy now lined right over the length of my dick. “Yes, Big Guy. You’re the first man to see them.”
My chest rumbles, and I tug her to me. “We’re pretending, remember? So you don’t say just first.” I bite her lower lip. “You say first and last.”
She starts to smile and then I’m kissing her.
It’s a wicked dance, and when her hips start to shift, I match her movements, muscles clenching.
Her hands weave around my neck and she pulls me up, leaning back so I’m half hovering over her, forcing mine to spread out, and her ass drops lower, lining my dick up with her heat.