Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 40297 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40297 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
“Please, Ares,” she begged, her voice raw and eyes glassy as she clung to me.
“Yeah, baby,” I rasped, burying myself even deeper inside her with another powerful drive of my hips. “Beg me just like that. Let me feel how badly you fucking want me.”
She cried out again, her body trembling as her pleasure surged toward the peak, her pussy gripping me so tightly it nearly knocked me flat.
“That’s it.” I gripped her thighs as I slammed into her harder, losing myself completely to brutal passion. “Come on my cock, Cecily. I want to feel you break apart all around me.”
Her body shuddered beneath mine, her voice breaking into a desperate scream as she shattered, her nails raking down my shoulders as she came. Her climax slammed through her in waves, pulling me under with her, wrenching every bit of pleasure from me with the strength of her release.
I roared her name as I came, my entire body going rigid as I spilled deep inside her, each powerful thrust marking her as mine, utterly and completely. Pleasure ripped through me, pulsing in waves that left my vision blurred. My lungs burned for air as I finally collapsed over her.
For a long moment, neither of us moved, our breathing heavy and ragged in the quiet aftermath. My pulse pounded wildly as I finally rolled onto my side, pulling her close and wrapping her securely in my arms. Her head fell against my chest, her body limp and relaxed. I tightened my hold, my lips pressed lightly to her forehead.
“Eres mía, preciosa,” I whispered.
“Will you tell me what that means?” Her lips tilted into a little smirk. “I think I’ve deduced that joder means something like fuck?”
I laughed and nodded. “Essentially.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever heard that word in Spanish.”
“Spanish isn’t one-size-fits-all, baby.” My tone was teasing. “In Spain, joder is fuck—the curse, not the act, which would be follar. Earlier, when I said, necesito follarte, that was basically, I need to fuck you.”
She blushed, and a little shiver raced down her spine, making me grin. I loved how my dirty mouth made her look so innocent, yet full of desire.
“But in Mexico, if I said joder, that’d sound like I learned Spanish from a man in Madrid with an attitude problem.”
She giggled again, and her fingers traced a doodle on my chest. “And the rest of it?”
“That part doesn’t change much,” I murmured, my mouth brushing her ear. “Eres mía works everywhere. Spain, Mexico, anywhere—you’d understand exactly what I meant.” My hand tightened on her hip. “When I tell you eres mía, there’s no translation problem. Means exactly what it sounds like. You’re mine.”
15
TYRE
Ifound Kane in his office in the clubhouse, leaning back in his oversized leather chair, his eyes locked on his monitor with a scowl deep enough to carve granite. He glanced up when I knocked once and stepped inside, closing the door behind me with a firm click.
“You look like someone just kicked your bike over,” he observed dryly, easing away from the screen and folding his arms over his broad chest. “What’s got you twisted up, brother?”
I took the chair across from him and stretched out my legs, exhaling slowly as I met his gaze. “It’s Cecily.”
Kane rarely reacted visibly, but I’d known him long enough to catch the subtle shifts of his mood, the way his attention narrowed at her name.
“Go on,” he suggested, giving me his unwavering focus.
I leaned forward, resting my forearms on my knees, choosing my words carefully but leaving no doubt about their meaning. “She’s close, Kane. If the call comes—and it probably will—she’ll have to move to California for Olympic training.”
Kane’s expression didn’t change, his eyes steady and unreadable as he waited patiently, just listening.
“Not gonna let her go alone,” I told him bluntly. “Cecily moves to California, there’s no fucking question—I’ll be going with her.”
Kane would never hold me back from following my woman, but I still wasn’t sure how he was gonna react to this. We’d worked together a long time, made a fuck ton of money, and were brothers in every way but blood.
For a moment, he studied me quietly, assessing the weight of my words and the intensity behind my tone. Then surprisingly, his mouth curved slightly in something dangerously close to a smile.
“Figured this conversation was coming sooner rather than later.” He leaned back again, running his thumb slowly along his jaw. “Knew you were all-in on her the second I saw you at the pool that day. Which meant if Cecily was heading for the Olympics, you’d follow wherever she went.”
His acknowledgment eased the tension in my chest just slightly. Then he shocked the shit out of me.
“I’ve actually been considering options,” he admitted. “Not just about supporting your decision. I already knew that was a given. But about how we can work this to our advantage.”