Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 58752 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58752 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
“That turn you on, pretty girl?” I demanded.
“Yes.”
“I’m gonna put my baby in you.” The image struck with enough force to make my cock pulse inside her. “Gonna watch you carry my kid and make sure everyone knows who filled you.”
Tamsin cried out and tightened around me again. “Gavin, please.”
“Please what?” I drove deeper, my voice turning rough with the effort not to come. “Tell me you want my come. You wanna be stuffed full and knocked the fuck up, pretty girl?”
“Yes.” Her words broke apart as she clung to me. I pumped deeper, and she screamed. “Yes! Yes! I want it! Oh yes!”
A growl ripped out of me. I pinned her harder against the tile and fucked her with every ounce of force she had asked for, cupping the back of her head while my other arm held her securely under the ass. The water ran over her flushed tits and trembling stomach, and the sight of her taking me while begging for the future I’d promised nearly stripped the control from my hands.
“Come on my cock,” I ordered, shifting one hand between us to work her clit. “Come while I fill this sweet pussy.”
Her orgasm hit with a broken cry. Tamsin’s body locked around me, her thighs crushing my hips while her pussy rippled hard along my cock. I drove through every pulse until the pressure snapped, then buried myself as deep as her body allowed and came inside her with a harsh groan against her throat.
Then I held her against the wall while both of us fought for breath. Her face remained tucked into my neck, lips moving against my skin while the last tremors worked through her. My cock stayed buried inside her, and the knowledge of my release filling her fed the primitive satisfaction beating beneath my ribs.
“Still with me?” I asked, kissing the wet curls near her temple.
“Might need a minute.”
“Take two.”
When her legs loosened, I carried her out of the shower instead of setting her down. Tamsin protested that she could walk, but the way she rested her head against my shoulder weakened the complaint. I dried her with firm strokes, paid careful attention to every bruise, then smacked her bare ass lightly when she tried to steal the towel.
“Bed,” I ordered.
Her blue eyes narrowed, but satisfaction had made the glare lazy. “You have an alarming number of commands after sex.”
“You want ’em dirtier, pretty girl?”
The blush hit instantly. Tamsin muttered something about impossible men and left the bathroom with a sway in her hips that made my cock consider an immediate recovery. By the time I cleaned our come from my dick, dried off, and walked into the bedroom with a towel slung low around my waist, she was waiting beneath the covers in one of my black T-shirts.
I stopped beside the bed and let my gaze travel over her. “That’s mine.”
“Then it shouldn’t have been hanging in the closet with all my other clothes.” She tilted her head and narrowed her eyes. “Along with all of your other things.”
I grinned. “Picked up on that, did you?”
“Just as long as you understand that all your clothes became mine the moment you put them in there.”
My smile turned salacious as I sauntered toward the bed and dropped the towel. Her gaze fell to my cock, and the color warming her cheeks did nothing to hide her interest.
“My shit looks better on you anyway.”
Tamsin laughed as I climbed beneath the covers and pulled her against me. She cuddled against my side, one bare leg sliding across mine while the shirt rode high enough to expose the curve of her ass. I kept one hand there as she fell asleep, already planning what I would put over her shoulders when she woke.
Morning light had begun seeping around the curtains when I sat beside her with folded leather across my lap. I knew I shouldn’t wake her, but I was having a rare moment of impatience.
Tamsin stirred beneath the sheet, reached toward the space where I had been, then opened her eyes when her hand found nothing. Sleep softened her face for several seconds before her gaze dropped to what I was holding.
Her breath caught. “Is that—?”
“Yours.”
I opened the vest enough for her to see TAMSIN stitched over the front left panel and PROPERTY OF GHOST stretched boldly across the back. The leather had been cut and shaped for her small frame, every detail chosen because I had pictured exactly how my name would look covering her. I had Stryker put the order through the first time I returned to the compound after meeting her, and it arrived two days ago. I had waited until every bastard hunting her was dead before bringing it home.
“Sit up,” I told her.
Tamsin’s cheeks turned pink, but she let the sheet fall away and sat before me in nothing except tiny panties. I held out the vest, and she slid her arms into it without looking away from my face. My hands settled the leather over her shoulders before I drew the zipper slowly over her naked breasts, letting my knuckles drag between them while the material enclosed her.