Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 76203 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76203 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
“I’ve heard things about the range. Not sure how comfortable I am with Denny around it.”
“It’s basically impossible for a stray bullet to escape, given how it’s been built. And once everyone started having kids, they put up a big fence to keep them from getting anywhere near it.”
“I’m not against it as a whole. But it needs to be a discussion with Denny. I understood guns when I was a kid. But her life hasn’t been around them yet, so that needs to be a discussion.”
“We’ll get there. For now, I’ve asked everyone to go to the indoor range if they want to practice.”
“Always thinking ahead,” I said, glancing over at him.
He was mostly in shadow, with just streaks of moonlight across his face when he moved between trees.
“We shouldn’t go too far. What if Denny wakes up?”
“Velle is in the kitchen, scrubbing out the cabinets.”
“At this hour? Why?”
“He does it on occasion. Think it’s a stress thing. For a guy always trying to get us to talk about our feelings, he’s shit at letting anyone in on his own.”
“That’s always the way, isn’t it? The people who need it the most are always giving it to everyone else. Oh, you weren’t kidding about the fence.”
It was a massive, wrought-iron rectangle encompassing the enormous mountain of dirt on three sides.
“What’s under the dirt?”
“The berm itself is about ten inches thick on each side of a heavy lumber core, as well as sandbags. I think there might even be some commercial ballistic material in there. It’s gotten thicker and thicker over the years. Everyone worried about the kids.”
He unlocked the gate with a code and moved inside.
“Wow. I feel like I’m at the foot of a mountain. This is high.”
I turned in a circle, taking it all in. The thick inner walls of the berm were covered in lush, soft moss that I ran my fingers across.
When I came full circle in my twirl, there he was. Close. Close enough for our chests to brush.
Unsatisfied with that, York’s arm went around, pulling me flush against his chest.
Heat sizzled through me as my breath caught and my hand moved out automatically, grabbing his arm to steady myself.
Before I could even adjust to his chest crushing my breasts, or the press of his hardening cock against my belly, his head dipped and his lips sought mine.
I melted into the kiss, into the feel of him, into the aching need building in my core.
It had been far too many days.
Our bodies had been aching too much for soft and sweet.
York backed me up against the moss-covered wall of the range, his hand impatient, slipping into my shorts and panties to work my clit.
My cry was muffled by his lips as his fingers thrust inside me, working me with quick movements that had my breath catching, had the ache coiling tighter inside me.
Desperate, I reached down, shoving my shorts and panties down, making York let out a low rumble of approval.
Impatient, I reached for his shorts, pushing them down, then closing my hand around his hardness.
A gasp escaped York as I stroked him, my hand restless and tight, moving up and down his length as his fingers thrust faster inside me.
“York, please,” I begged, my walls clenching around his fingers, desperate to feel the fullness of him inside.
“I don’t have anything,” he said, his forehead pressing to mine.
“We’re covered,” I reminded him of my IUD. “And I’m all clear if you are.”
“Fuck,” he groaned, his hand sliding out of me.
Then he was grabbing my knee, lifting up my leg, pinning it to the moss wall, then slamming deep inside me.
We both groaned at the sensation.
But we were both too far gone to sink into the moment.
Everything was heat, and ache, and need.
Pressure built with every shift.
My moans and his groans spilled out and bled into the night sounds as control slipped, hot and inevitable.
“Fuck, yeah, come for me,” he hissed as my walls started to spasm around his cock.
He worked me through it before slamming deep.
His heated gaze on mine, he came deep inside me, making both our breaths catch.
“Fuck, baby,” he murmured afterward, his forehead pressed to mine, his length still inside me.
I curled my leg around his hip, keeping him exactly where he was, something within me begging me to force the moment to last.
Until, with a soft chuckle, York murmured, “You can have my cock inside you anytime you want, babe. But you gotta let me go eventually.”
With a sigh, I let my leg fall and he slipped away to pull his pants back into place, then fetching my panties and shorts for me to slip back into.
“I never do that,” I admitted once I was dressed again.
“I’ve never done that,” he confessed.
“Never?”
“Never. I’m sure it didn’t escape you that I wasn’t exactly a virgin when you rolled into town.”