Total pages in book: 155
Estimated words: 157672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 788(@200wpm)___ 631(@250wpm)___ 526(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 157672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 788(@200wpm)___ 631(@250wpm)___ 526(@300wpm)
“Oh my God, yes.”
She takes my brutal thrusts, never losing my gaze.
“You’re moving in,” I grate out.
“No, I’m not.”
I tilt her hips and pound harder, ready to fuck a yes out of her. She catches on to my plan, her wicked grin returning. Her hands come to her tits and tweak her hard nipples, groaning in pleasure, closing her eyes.
“Give me your eyes, Princess.”
They snap open and my dick pulses at the fire in her gaze. “Harder.“
Oh fuck.
Sweat beads and trickles down my neck as I fight to hold back. She continues to play with her nipples, taking my assault and surging up to meet my strokes.
She purrs, the sweet sound setting off the beast inside.
My fingers move to where we’re connected and flick over her clit until she’s thrashing.
Reading her body has become one of my favorite things. She’s exactly where I need her to be, desperate for release. I slow my movements, lazily pumping into her.
“Say yes.”
The fire in her eyes turns into a blazing inferno. “Swear to God, Talon Simms, you stop right now, I’m getting in my car and going home to my vibrator. By the time I’m done with it, you won’t get sex for a week!”
The thought of her coming apart to anything but me awakens the animalistic brute wavering below the surface.
My little minx knows exactly what she’s done.
“The fuck you will.” I hammer into her ruthlessly, until the image of her with a vibrator disappears. “You’re mine.”
Her thighs and ankles lock around me, she rams up and screams.
I have no choice but to explode with her, a loud growl rumbling from my throat as I pour into her.
I coax another orgasm out of her, circling her clit until she’s chanting my name.
Willow may think she’s won this argument, but she’s only laid down a challenge.
I’m not above playing dirty, starting with getting rid of that fucking vibrator.
17
WILLOW
“Hurry, hurry.” Rowan yanks Bex and me through the door and hustles us to the reserved bar stools. Jewls is already seated.
“Are we late?”
“Change of plans and we don’t have much time,” Jewls says low, casting a glance at the burly man doing inventory at the end of the bar. “Harley got fired tonight.”
“Didn’t fucking fire her, Jewls,” he bellows back, indifferent to the attention of the customers who hear.
“You told me it’s my last night and I have one hour to wrap up my shift. What do you call it?” Harley props her hand on her hip.
Shayla sashays by her, patting her stomach. “Little one, your mom is a drama queen.”
“That’s exactly why it’s your last night. That baby needs rest,” the man thunders this time, swinging to her. “You want to come to my bar every night of the week, you do it sitting on the other side, taking care of yourself.”
He slams down the bottle in his hand and stalks away, mumbling angrily.
“Such a softie,” Jewls surmises, taking a sip of her drink.
“Not sure anything about him seems soft.”
“Tom shows his affection in his own way.”
“Tom as in Tom’s Bar?”
“One and the same. He’s really a huge teddy bear.”
“I’m still mad.” Harley lays down beverage napkins and pours three drinks without giving us a chance to order. “Here’s our ladies’ night special. You’ll love it.”
“It’s Harley’s original creation,” Shayla informs us, raising her eyebrows in a way that screams ‘just go with it!’.
Harley gives a little gasp and points to my bag. “Are those…”
Rowan whips out the mega-size bag of special edition tropical-flavored gummy bears she asked me to bring and waves them like a carnival prize.
“Willow found them.”
“Hand them over, sister. I’m on the verge of strangling Achilles and Tom!” she hisses their names and grabs at the candy. Her rounded stomach limits her range, banging into liquor bottles. “Dammit!”
“Harley, you saw what happened to me and had to know this was coming. Hell, you were a part of ousting me from my job.” Jewls speaks casually, flipping her hair over her shoulder.
I give Bex wide eyes, trying to convey I don’t know this story.
“Tom and Major did the same thing to Jewls when her pregnancy progressed,” Rowan speaks like she’s revealing a super-secret.
“That was different! You were planning a wedding, building a house, working two jobs, and carrying two babies,” Harley argues. “I am great, the baby is healthy, and I’m not showing any signs of stress, discomfort, or swelling.”
“Not yet. But the next seven weeks are loaded up ‘til the wedding. Then three weeks later, you’re having a baby. It’s TIME.” Jewls emphasizes the word, and Harley’s angry façade drops.
Her eyes pool with moisture and she sniffs, dropping her chin. “I love this place. We started here with a goal to visit Europe and look what’s happened. This bar is magic.”
Jewls sucks in a breath, and I swear there’s a hint of tears before she blinks them away. “You’re having a baby, Jay. Take the memories and build on them.”