Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 101758 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101758 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
“I mean, we fucked this morning, Xander.”
With a laugh, I pick her up and carry her into the living room, where I set her on her feet and start stripping her out of her clothes.
“That was at least twelve hours ago,” I remind her before I drop her shirt to the floor. “Fuck, I love these freckles.”
“I always hated them,” she admits.
Shaking my head, I work her jeans down her hips and help her step out of them, then drag my fingertips over her skin as I stand tall, and she shivers.
“You’re still dressed,” she whispers.
With one hand, I reach over my head, pull my T-shirt off, and let it fall, and my girl licks her perfect lips.
And I can’t wait anymore.
I turn her around and bend her over the arm of the couch.
“Brace yourself on your hands,” I instruct her as I drag the flat of my hand down her spine to her ass and give it a little slap. “Fuck, you’re pretty bent over for me.”
“Holy shit,” she whispers, and I let my fingers dance through her wet slit, then sink inside her. “Xander.”
“That’s right.” I unzip my jeans, and her ass wiggles in anticipation, making me grin and lean over to kiss her shoulder. “What do you want, baby?”
“You. God, I always want you.”
“That’s a good answer.” I kiss over to the opposite shoulder. “Now be more specific.”
“Inside me. Please, fuck me, Xander.”
“I love it when you ask nicely.” I drag the head of my cock through her slit several times before I line it up with her entrance and slowly push inside. “Every time I sink into this perfect pussy, I almost see stars. Jesus Christ, you were fucking made for me, baby.”
I bottom out and she groans, her body contracts around me, and fuck.
With my hand braced on the small of her back, I start to move in a slow, steady pace. I work my thumb down to that little muscle and put pressure on the outside as I fuck her, and she tightens even more, making me growl.
“Is this okay, wildcat?”
“God, yes.”
My eyes almost cross as her pussy starts to tremble, her orgasm not far away. She’s doing her best to push back, to meet me with every thrust.
“You need it harder, baby?”
“Harder,” she agrees. “Fuck, I need it harder.”
Obliging her, I reach up and fist her hair at her nape, right by the scalp, and pound into her, my thumb just nudging into her little hole, and she cries out as she falls apart, spasming around me.
“Fuck, that’s good,” I growl and pound harder, only lasting a few more seconds before I feel my balls lift and my own climax move through me until all I can do is rock against her, coming inside her.
I rest my forehead on the middle of her back and try to catch my breath.
“Jesus,” Ivy mutters. “So damn good.”
I grin against her skin and kiss her.
“Now we go upstairs and do it again.”
“You’re insatiable.”
I shake my head and pull out of her, watching as my cum drips down her inner thighs, and then gently lift her up, turn her to me, and kiss her gently.
“I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you,” I confess. “It’s like I can’t control it. I need you like I need air.”
She lifts an eyebrow as I skim my thumb over her tight nipple.
“I’m not complaining,” she says. “Honestly, if I’m dreaming, don’t wake me up.”
I kiss her forehead. “No dream. Now, in the spirit of afterglow, tell me I’m your favorite.”
“Wow, okay. You’re my favorite sex partner I’ve ever had.”
I narrow my eyes and slowly shake my head back and forth. “You know that’s not what I want to hear, and mention anyone else being inside you ever again and I’ll spank your ass until it glows.”
“Promises, promises.”
Fuck, she’s funny.
“Come on, you know you want to say it out loud.”
“You’re my favorite . . . Hendrix brother.”
Ivy giggles, and then I let go of her completely, and the smile falls from her face.
“What the hell?”
“Try again.”
She narrows her eyes. “You’re not going to blackmail me with affection just so I tell you what you want to hear, Xander Theodore Hendrix.”
I blink at her. “That’s not my middle name.”
“I said what I said.” She crosses her arms over her chest, and I can’t resist her, so I close the space between us, tip her chin up, and kiss her lightly.
“Fine. But you’re going to tell me soon, Red.”
She grins and leans into me. “Maybe.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
IVY
I’m going to throw up.
“You know, sending reports all of the time to your team of doctors and the coaches is one thing,” I say as I brush out my hair. I’m in the primary bathroom in Xander’s gorgeous Denver penthouse. We just arrived this morning on an early flight, and I barely had time to ogle this place before he hit me with the news that we’re going to meet with everyone.