Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 69794 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69794 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Another thing he’d mentioned that he was doing was buying some moving boxes so that Merrill could box up some of our things while he was running said errands.
When I’d offered to go over there and do it myself, he’d said no.
I needed a day of rest, and Merrill had agreed.
Plus, she was still mad and freaked out over what had happened. She wanted me at home safe, just in case.
That was also why I was relegated to staying at home while he went to do the errands. He wanted me home safe, just in case.
I wasn’t sure what they thought was going to happen, but I’d acquiesced after making sure that he would grab all my favorite snowed-in snacks.
But, according to him, I was going to have to be careful, because Montana got snow a lot, and I would get myself in trouble if I ate nine thousand calories each time it snowed.
I’d only laughed, because he was right.
I was an athlete. It was ingrained in me, deep down in my very core, to eat somewhat healthy all the time. It probably would never go away.
But that didn’t mean I couldn’t have a few really good cheat days here and there.
He caught my foot in his hand and massaged the arches, causing me to moan.
My free leg fell open, exposing my naked state to him.
His eyes caught the move and zeroed in on my pussy.
“Lookin’ a little wet there, darling.”
I shrugged. “I was watching you get dressed for the last ten minutes.”
He’d taken his sweet ass time when he saw me watching, teasing me in the most delicious of ways.
I’d never thought putting on clothes could be erotic, but my man had proved me wrong.
My phone beeped for the millionth time, and I rolled over to look at it, ready to smash it into the wall.
If the school didn’t also have this number, I might consider it.
My agent had called me four times, letting me know about all the news stations that wanted to host me. The team manager had also called to let me know that there would be a team interview at the White House, if all the team wanted to go.
This vibration was a text from Merrill.
Merrill:
Your vibrator drawer is overflowing. What on Earth?
I couldn’t help but smile.
Me:
I was trying to find the perfect match. One that reminded me of Beau.
Merrill:
Did you find it?
Me:
Nope. Nothing can compare to the real thing.
The sheet slid up over my ass, and before I could blink, I was being pulled down to the edge of the bed by my ankles.
“So you were trying to replace me, huh?” He came down on his fists on either side of my head, doing a sort of push-up to bring his mouth down against my ear.
Goose bumps trailed down my naked spine as he spoke against my skin.
“Nothing could replace you,” I admitted, pressing my butt up against him. “Nothing.”
He growled against my ear, causing my nipples to pebble despite being buried in the bed.
I heard his zipper lower, then he was pressing the heat of himself against my ass.
A low moan escaped my lips as he pushed slowly inside of me, filling me up from behind.
“Shhh,” he said. “We don’t want to wake her before we’re ready.”
God, no, I didn’t.
I needed him. I needed to finish. I needed him to fill me full of his seed.
“Hurry,” I pleaded.
He didn’t hurry.
He took his time, slowly filling me before pulling out just as slow.
My hands fisted in the sheets, and I had to hang on with desperation that would’ve surprised me before I’d met Beau.
Pre-Beau Magnolia had no clue what Beau would do to her carefully planned-out life.
“You feel tight this way,” he said. “Your feet not touching the floor. Helpless. Unable to do a single thing as I take you any way I want you.”
He was right.
With my feet not touching the floor, he was able to do whatever he wanted to do to me. The helplessness was exciting as hell.
“Beau,” I pleaded. “Please.”
He slammed into me hard, causing a cry to leave my lips.
“Shhh,” he repeated, placing his hand over mine. “She’ll wake up.”
I moaned as he repeated the thrust.
Hard but not fast.
Deep and filling.
Slow withdrawal.
It was the most erotic thing I’d ever experienced in my life.
With each thrust of his cock, his balls would slap against my clit, making me all but crave each thrust.
My hands were fisted so hard in the sheets that they were cramping, but I didn’t let go. Couldn’t. Not when he placed a knee in the bed for a little more stability and really started to thrust.
It was exactly what I needed, and I came within a few seconds of his changing pace.
I screamed into the mattress since I’d lost his hand, my vision going white as I squeezed my eyes tightly shut.