Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 70488 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70488 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
“I don’t hate it,” she lied.
I leaned in and ran my lips along the pounding pulse at her neck. “No? Then why did you curl your nose up in distaste when you saw that baby lamb in my meat locker?”
“Because it was a baby.” She rolled her eyes.
I winked. “And when you saw me cutting the skin off that elk a few months ago?”
“He had really soft brown eyes.” She shrugged. “And he was cute.”
I chuckled. “See, you do hate it, but you do it for me. But that’s part of why I like you so much.”
“And as for not sharing with you about my birthday, I don’t celebrate it. Ever,” she admitted. “My birthday was a constant guilt trip. At first, my mother made me feel bad every time Creed had to remind her that it was my birthday. She always bought me a small cake from McDonald’s. Acted like I asked her to rip out her heart for me. Then, when it was just Creed and me, Creed had to work his ass off to get us essentials. When my birthday rolled around, he’d go without to make sure I had something to celebrate. I don’t know. It’s just a pain in the ass.”
I hummed and backed up, pulling the fridge open. “So you don’t want this chocolate cake that I got?”
Her eyes gleamed. “Cake?”
“Maybe next year we can celebrate our birthdays together. Quietly.”
She leaned forward. “How’d you know that I liked chocolate cake?”
“Because I’ve never seen you without something chocolate in the months that you’ve lived here.” I shrugged. “It was a lucky guess.”
I’d seen her order this very chocolate cake by the slice several times in my stalking escapades.
Of course she would like the whole damn cake.
I pulled out the container and set it on the counter. “Though I think you like it warm, right?”
“The only way to eat it,” she breathed as she looked into the box. “What’s all that on the top?”
“Chocolate syrup,” I answered. “I told them to add extra chocolate to it. So there’s this chewy fudge center, chocolate syrup, then the chocolate icing.”
She licked her lips. “I could eat it cold.”
I chuckled. “We’ll let it warm up on the counter while we do other things.”
“Other things?” she asked.
“Yeah,” I said as I pulled her back into my arms. “Ones that’ll get our heart rate up and the calories burning so we can eat the cake guilt-free.”
“Everything I eat is guilt-free,” she said as she wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist.
The move had her skirt riding high, exposing her bare ass to my hands.
I hefted her up higher, then walked her to the bed where I laid her on the heated comforter.
“Ohhh,” she breathed. “What’s this?”
“Only the best for my cold girl,” I teased. “Can’t have you freezing on my watch.”
She spread out her arms above her head and did a snow angel on top of the duvet comforter.
I watched her with amusement clearly written on my face.
“So,” she said, still smiling. “Since it’s my birthday, does this mean that I get whatever I want?”
I leaned into the bed, both hands planted on either side of her hips. “Depends.”
“On what?” she asked, sitting up.
Her nipples were hard, and I wanted nothing more than to shed her of every stitch of her clothing so I could see her naked.
“On whether or not that aligns with what I want to do with you,” I said as I tugged off her socks one by one.
“Hmmph.” She harrumphed. “That sounds like I’m not in control.”
My eyes gleamed as I reached for her shirt and yanked it off her body.
When she fell backward, her tits bounced, and I watched until they fell back into place.
“You could always pretend,” I suggested as I went down to my elbows between her spread thighs. “Close your eyes and maybe what you want will come true.”
Her breath hitched. “Are you…”
I spread her pussy lips with my thumbs, exposing her pretty pink clit, and lapped at it with my tongue.
She groaned, her knees closing around my ears, as she pulled me closer to her.
“Maybe this was what I wanted,” she admitted.
I hummed, nibbling on her clit with my lips. “Is that right?”
“That’s right.” She cleared her throat, then pushed her heels into the bed so that she could press against me further. “Oh God.”
Her shaky breath had me grinning against her clit. “Close already?”
She pressed my face further between her thighs and said, “It’s my birthday. I can come fast if I want to.”
“That you can,” I said as I inserted one finger deep into her wet pussy. “That you can.”
She cried out in response, riding my finger while I sucked and licked her clit.
“Hux, please,” she begged.
“Please what?”
“Please,” she repeated.
So coherent thought wasn’t in her repertoire at the moment.