Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 61868 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 309(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61868 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 309(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
When she lets my dick slip from between her lips, I tuck it back inside my jeans, fastening the zipper, button, and then my belt. Her hand in her jeans stills, but I'm not letting her off the hook. Sex should never be a one-way street, even when you're paying for it.
"Get on the bed, Skye."
She scrambles to her feet, obeying my order so quickly and perfectly that my spent cock twitches again. I'm over her, unzipping her jeans and tugging them over her legs so fast she gasps.
When I spread her legs, dipping down to taste her, I find her pussy slick with arousal.
Fuck.
She really got off on blowing me. There's no hiding how much she likes it.
And when I lick her through her sweet labia, up and over her clit, she comes with jerky movements that look more like an exorcism than an orgasm.
I can't take my eyes off her. The total surrender. It's intoxicating. Even though Skye is obviously far from innocent, there's an unworldliness about her that brings out my protective instincts like a flash flood. I shouldn't lay next to her and gather her into my arms, but I do.
This is exactly what I warned Finn about, but I don't care. It feels too good.
Skye seems surprised but snuggles against my work shirt, grabbing a handful of the buttons at the center. She breathes fast and hard against my chest, her body taking minutes to reach equilibrium, and I feel the same.
The clock is ticking, and I need to get back to work, but even when her breathing is normal, she doesn't pull away from me as I expect, and while she still snuggles up against me, I can't find the will to be the first to move.
"Was it good?" she asks me eventually. "Did I do good?"
I jerk to look down at her, but her eyes are hidden by lowered lids.
"It was good, Skye."
She exhales gently.
"Was it good for you?" I find myself asking.
"Yes. I…" she pauses, tipping her face up to me. "…you make it so easy."
There's awe in her voice and shyness. She seems not to understand her pleasure or my ability to give it. I want to tell her that it's not just me who controls it. There's something inside her mind that finds our interactions arousing enough to trip her switch so easily. A secret fantasy. Something darker than she knew she liked.
If she found it harder, I'd persevere until I beat the block, but I'm thankful I don't have to.
Skye’s quiet again, but I practically hear her brain whirring over questions. I play with her hair, letting the silky strands flow through my fingers over and over in a way that mesmerizes me. She shifts, and out of instinct, I tug her bare leg up and over my body so she's half laying over me, her spread sex opening against my rough jeans. She shifts with a small movement that must feel good. Is she hungry for more?
Jack was worried this arrangement wouldn't work out because she'd find our requirements too difficult and our physical needs too demanding, but that doesn't seem to be the case at all.
"What do your tattoos mean?" she asks me, pressing her hand against my chest where she knows they swirl like an angry riot of black and color.
"Different things," I answer. "Memories from my past."
"You were in the military?"
I jerk like she kicked me. What does she know about that?
"Yeah," I say, but I don't give away anything else. Talking about my service brings back the memories I came to this forest to bury. The man I used to be is not a man Skye would want to lay in bed with. I should warn her that dragging up old memories can haul the ghosts with them, but she's so young. What does she know about ghosts, memories, and hardship?
Maybe more than you think. She's here, isn't she?
Before she has a chance to respond, I ease her away from me and slide my legs off the edge of the bed. I'm hard as a rock and have to adjust myself as I stand to leave the room.
"Make steaks for dinner," I say. "With fries. It's Jack's favorite meal."
I don't look back to see if she heard.
Back at the yard, I find Jack in deep conversation with Finn. My friends are both giants of men, but beneath the trees that stretch to the gods, they seem tiny and insubstantial.
"I talked to her." Their conversation stops when they hear my voice. "She understands what to expect from us and what we expect from her. There shouldn't be any other problems."
Jack nods, and Finn grimaces.
Over Jack's shoulder, I spot Ethan cutting a narrow-eyed glance in our direction. He smiles with a curl to his lips, and rage whips through me. Rage and shame.