Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 97275 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 486(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97275 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 486(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
Things stayed that way until a few years ago when Sam needed help protecting Cheyenne. The kind of help that required something illegal. Sam was as straight-laced as one could be. He believed in his country; he believed in the justice system. His morals wouldn’t allow him to do anything illegal, or at least something that would put his beliefs into question. So, he’d called in his dad, and his dad had come through; only he required a favor, which hadn’t yet been repaid.
Then the man he’d seen tonight shows up and tells him that the baby was his own flesh and blood. My only guess was that that man was his father, and then it went on to realize that the man we’d seen getting CPR had to be his brother, or the woman who died had to be his sister. Either way, it wasn’t looking good. Someone’s life was lost, and another hung in the balance.
I needed Max. I needed a goddamn hug. This night could suck it.
Chapter 15
Never mistake my silence for weakness. No one plans a murder out loud.
-T-shirt
Max
I watched her walk inside. Her head hung miserably, and I felt lower than low. I’d heard what had gone down two days ago, and I knew that she needed me. Sadly, for this plan to work, I had to stay away. Her dejectedness played into our plans well.
Alas, I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t leave her like this.
James came and told me what had happened. He also told me the shit that went down with Sam’s father. This was not good. The man was a killer. He had no remorse for anyone or anything when it came to protecting his own.
It took me a day, but I was able to get out with the Chief’s help, and here I stood, watching her get out of the car and walk towards the front door. She opened it quietly and waved to Jack as he left.
I was sitting in my recliner in the dark watching her through the front window. Alpha came right up to me and rubbed his head against my jean-clad thigh. I gave him an ear scratch and waited for her to notice me.
She left the room, leaving the lights off as she went. That was unusual for her; normally every light in the house was on if she was in it. Tonight was different though. She walked to the bedroom and stripped out of her clothes as she went. Her shirt and shoes were in the living room. Her pants and bra dropped in the hallway, and finally her panties in the doorway.
Then I saw here there, on the bed, on her hands and knees, waiting for me. My cock sprang to life, and I found myself stripped out of my clothes and behind her in an instant.
“How’d you know I was here?” I asked quietly.
I walked up behind her and ran my rough palms over the silky skin of her backside. My thumbs touched the inside of her thigh where it met the lips of her sex, but it didn’t stray any further.
“You left the porch light on for me.” She whispered and then wiggled her hips at me.
I dropped to my knees, and studied her. Placing my hands on either side of her thighs, I let my thumbs drag over the lips of her sex so I could expose her to my gaze. She was wet and glistening. Her clit was visible, and my mouth watered. I wanted nothing more than to suck on the little nub until she begged me to stop.
Next time would have to do, because I was about out of control. I hadn’t seen her in two whole days. Hadn’t spoken to her. Hadn’t felt her breathing against me as she slept. Hadn’t felt the silkiness of her skin. The tinkling laugh that escaped her as she did something funny.
That and I hadn’t shaved in nearly a week. Some beard growth was okay, but any more and I’d give her rug burn.
“I need you.” I said to her desperately.
“What do you think I’m waiting here for? To air out my vagina?” She laughed.
I didn’t say a word. I wasn’t touching that one with a ten-foot pole. That was a touchy subject with women, and I’ll be damned if I say something to offend her. With those pregnant hormones coursing through her veins, she’d probably take it the wrong way and try to chop my dick off.
Lining my cock up with her slick entrance, I filled her with one slow slick thrust.
“You know, I’ve heard tantric sex is hot.” I said teasingly.
“We could never do tantric sex. Don’t you have to sit still for that?” She asked wiggling back on me, trying to get me to move.
I smacked her ass lightly and she laughed. “You left me high and dry for three days!” She moaned.
“Wouldn’t that be wet and empty?” I provoked.
“Well, I guess that would be a better explanation. Now fuck me already.”
I did.
Long and deep strokes. My pace never altered from the one I set. This was going to last a while, and my goal was to make up for those three days that I’d cheated her out of her orgasms.
Payton on the other hand, had different ideas. With each thrust forward, she started slamming herself back against me. It wasn’t long and I was ready to blow. Anchoring my hands at her shoulders, I started slamming into her harder and harder. Each hard thrust had me butting up against her cervix with the head of my cock.
“Fuck.” Payton said as she lowered herself down so that her chest was touching the mattress.
I moved my hands to her hips, and held on so tight that she’d probably have bruises in the morning. Five perfect finger marks. Payton’s heat tightened so hard on my cock that I saw stars, and then her channel started pulsing with her orgasm. It felt like a-fucking-mazing.
Knowing that I no longer needed to hold off, I let myself go. I watched as my glistening cock tunneled in and out of her slick heat. My cock was glistening with her copious juices. Pulling out far enough each time that my cock kissed the entrance to her channel. Then I thrust forward so hard that I bottomed out, and then repeated it. My control splintered, and I shot off inside of her.