Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 30052 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30052 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
“Then bed?” I smile up at him. Last night I was so unsure about being in his bed. Right now it’s the only place I want to be.
Chapter Seventeen
Corby
Glory fusses over me when we get home.
“Your wrists okay? I can’t believe Graham handcuffed you.” She rubs her hands along my arms after I pull off my sweater.
“I did just shoot a guy.”
“He deserved it! He was trying to bash you over the head with a shovel.”
“Not to mention pointing the gun at you,” I remind her as I unbutton her shirt.
“Exactly. Mark was a menace, and if you hadn’t shot him, one of us could have been hurt. Graham knew this.”
I push her shirt off her shoulders. “I’m new to town. I just shot one of the mild-mannered accountant citizens. The cuffs were necessary.” I hook a finger through the belt loop of her jeans and pull her toward the bed. I sit down and draw her between my legs.
“Were they really, though? He could’ve asked you to go with him down to the station. I know you would’ve gone without any argument.”
“Mmm-hmmm,” I murmur. My attention is focused on the small divot of a belly button and the contrast of the dark denim against her golden skin. As she continues to cast aspersions on Sheriff Larson’s brain power (low), manliness (small dick), and justness (she’s not voting for him next election), my fingers work on her jeans. Button undone, zipper unzipped, I insert my thumbs between the fabric and her hip bones and push down.
Glory rests her hands on my shoulders as I help her step out of her jeans. “It was unnecessary and a dick move. And telling me that I can’t call him Graham as if I didn’t see him eat dirt as a kid.” She huffs out an adorable breath. I love how much she’s getting worked up over me.
“I’d rather you not call him Graham.” I take her by the waist and press a kiss against her bare belly.
“W-why’s that?” she stutters, suddenly realizing she’s two pieces of lingerie away from being completely nude.
“Because it sounds intimate. I don’t like the thought of you being intimate with another man.” My grip on her waist tightens. “In fact, that makes me feel all sorts of violent.”
I take her underwear between my teeth and tear. She utters a small sound of alarm, so I tear my eyes away from her neatly trimmed bush to check if she wants me to stop. “No?” I arch an eyebrow in question.
“You just surprised me,” she replies, slightly breathless.
The corner of my mouth lifts. “I’ll be more direct from now on. I’m going to kiss your bush and then tongue your cunt. Hang on.”
I catch a glimpse of her turning bright red, but her hands dig into my shoulders as I press a light kiss against her pubis and then move between her thighs. Her legs start shaking, and I catch her ass in my hands just as her knees buckle. I fall backward onto the bed, bringing her with me until she’s straddling my face. I let her ride my tongue, her hips moving with increasing speed and force. Above me, I hear the pretty gasps and sobs as she strives toward her release. My thumb finds the small, puckered skin between her cheeks. She comes like a rocket when I press inside her. I lap up all she has to give me. Then she scrambles off my face and attacks my jeans.
“Off. Off now.”
I don’t have to be told twice. I jerk my clothes off in half the time it took to strip her down. My cock hangs heavy between my legs with precum dripping off the tip.
“It’s going to hurt at first,” I warn her.
She makes a face. “You’re telling me not to call someone by their first name because that’s too intimate but you know all about how a virgin’s first time goes?”
“Yeah. I’m a writer. I research. You think I’ve killed all the ways I write about?” I push her onto the mattress and cover her with my body. Her neck is too much temptation to resist. I dip in and nip at her.
“You haven’t?” she says in mock disappointment. “I was sure I was going to take a hitman to bed for the first time.”
“Baby, you can imagine me with any occupation as long as it’s me you’re fantasizing about.” I scissor her wet cunt open with my fingers and ready her for my throbbing shaft. She’s slick and hot, and I grow light-headed thinking about how it’s going to be once I’m inside of her.
“Ready?” I whisper.
She nods, and I’m at her entrance a second later. Her body tenses when I breach her, the unfamiliar thickness of my cock making her catch her breath. I cover her mouth, swallowing her cries as I ease inside of her. It’s delicious torture, but patience, sweat, and a lot of reassurance has her blossoming for me. Her muscles relax, and I slide home.