Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 68143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 341(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 341(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
I inhaled sharply, but still didn’t speak.
“And then you tell me that, since you’re finally what you consider pretty enough, you think you have a chance.” He growled. “Let me tell you something, Sutton Sway, you’ve always had a chance. You had more of a chance than anyone ever, even when you considered yourself at your worst. Because it’s always been you. Every woman I’ve dated since high school has always been compared to you. When I saw you at that race last month, it was like everything was back to right in my chaotic world.”
My body literally melted underneath his.
“I have so much shit swirling around in my life right now. The Combs trying to take Lottie away. Hell, Lottie showing up and tilting my world on its axis. I still wake up from nightmares where I go to pick up Jett, and he’s not there. What fucking business do I have raising another kid? I’ve already proved that I can’t…”
“Jesus,” I said as I reversed our positions, my body now straddling his. I caught his hands and forced them above his head before I growled, “Enough.”
He went silent, and it was then that I realized that we were both panting.
“Jesus, we’re something, aren’t we?” I asked. “If I could, I’d take the hurt and the pain. And I know you’d do the same for me. But that’s not how life works. We’re thrown into situations that no one can prepare us for, and we’ve both come out on the other side. Maybe, just maybe, we should both let those insecurities go, and just live. We just…live.”
His hands went to my hips. “Are you telling me to stop overthinking everything?”
I laughed. “I would, but I know that would be futile. You and me seem to be the best overthinkers in the world. Maybe we should just…try not to think.”
“And how do you propose we do that?”
Nineteen
Might give out a few free samples of my attitude today. Limited edition. No refunds.
—Gunner to Audric
GUNNER
My words had barely left my lips when her mouth was on mine.
My hands went to her shirt, and I ripped it off, loving the way that my hands could nearly span her entire rib cage.
Her body wasn’t soft.
She was all muscles and sinew, hard where most women were soft.
I could feel each and every one of her ribs.
Was that why I’d always tended to lean toward more supple women before? Because I wanted the exact opposite of her?
“You’re doing too much thinking again,” she hissed as she pulled back. “What do I need to do to turn that brain off?”
I had no idea, but I had a feeling that she would figure it out.
And she did.
She crawled up the length of my body, and it was then that I realized that she was bare underneath the t-shirt she’d been wearing.
How did I know this?
Because her wet pussy slid up my chest until she was practically straddling my upper chest.
“Arms underneath,” she urged.
I followed directions very well, threading both of my arms between her legs.
“Now what?” I teased as she scooted farther up until her pussy was hovering over my face.
The headboard creaked as she grabbed hold of it, then her pussy lowered until it was resting against my lips.
“Now you get to work, because I have no idea how long my legs will cooperate in this position.”
I smiled against her pussy lips. “Yes, ma’am.”
She then tried to drown me by giving me all her weight.
Now, I’m not a betting man, but being suffocated by pussy—especially pussy that belonged to a woman that I was desperately in love with—sounded like a really good way to go.
She cursed. “Sorry, sorry. My legs are already shaking.”
I chuckled against her, causing her to squeak.
“Sorry, sorry,” she repeated again and tried to get off me.
“No,” I growled and held on tight, my hands clamping down hard on her ass cheeks. “This is exactly where you need to be.”
“Gun…” she murmured worriedly. “What…”
“Remember, no overthinking,” I growled.
Then I started feasting.
Her cry of surprise when I caught her clit between my teeth and sucked had my cock straining at my boxer briefs. Had I had a free hand, I’d have reached down to start stroking it, giving it the relief it so desperately needed.
As it was, I had my hands full of ass, and my mouth full of pussy.
There was no way I was letting any of that go to give my cock a breather.
No sane man would, anyway.
I pulled her down even farther, my hands clenching on her muscular ass—goddamn, I had dreams about this ass—and speared her entrance with my tongue. My nose hit the tip of her clit, and she cried out in surprise.
“Gunner,” she mewled. “Oh, god. Yes.”
I licked, sucked, and speared her until she was a writhing mess above me.