Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 112762 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112762 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
“Ride me. Hard.”
The man didn’t have to ask me twice.
I took hold of his erection and guided him where I needed him. Then I pushed down onto Walker and gasped against his lips as his thickness filled me.
“Yes,” I panted, bracing my hands on his shoulders again. “Walker, yes. Feels so good.”
“Aye,” he grunted, squeezing my breasts, massaging them, plucking at my nipples. “Fuck me, Sloane. Take what you need.”
What I wanted was a mind-blowing orgasm, and my body seemed determined to get it immediately. But I forced myself to take it slow, to enjoy him. When I twisted my hips at a certain angle, he hit me exactly where I needed him. My fingers bit into his shoulders as I grew more desperate for the exquisite tension building inside me.
“Sloane,” Walker groaned, squeezing my breasts harder as his hips flexed under me, his movements constrained by his clothes and the car.
It made me hotter. He’d been the boss so far, and was still topping from the bottom even now, but I enjoyed knowing I could do whatever I wanted to him.
As if he sensed my thoughts, Walker’s eyes narrowed and he sat forward before he roughly pulled my hair back so he could clamp his mouth over my breast. His lips pulled at my nipple, and sensation scored down my belly to the apex of my thighs.
“Walker,” I keened. My fingers scraped through his hair as his mouth tormented me, and my hips picked up pace. Walker released me to lift his head, and we stared into each other’s eyes as I rode him. We held each other’s gaze, mine low-lidded with building tension and his intense with lust.
“Fuck me,” he growled against my mouth.
I increased my pace, the pleasure building higher, higher, our breaths mingling as we panted against each other’s mouths.
And then that tightening coil inside me snapped, and I arched my neck, crying out my release, Walker’s lips pressing between my breasts seconds before he groaned in climax.
I shook, trembling as the orgasm melted through my limbs.
“Sloane,” Walker grunted as I throbbed around his pulses. He tugged on my hair again and then his mouth was on mine. He kissed me thoroughly. Deep, possessive, wet kisses that lit me on fire all over again. He broke it to pant harshly, “The way you come … fuck …”
I took his awed tone to be a good thing.
Smiling, I leaned back. Despite the cooling weather outside, sweat dampened my skin. I moved to get off him, but Walker’s grip on my hips tightened.
“Give me a second,” he said, his gaze roaming over my face and then my chest.
As if he couldn’t help himself, he bent his head and took my nipple in his mouth. Aftershocks of pleasure rippled through me, and I groaned as Walker took his sweet time licking and sucking at my breasts.
Finally, he kissed my breastbone and sat back. Satisfaction had softened his harsh features and he patted my bare ass. “We better go get Callie.”
For a moment, I felt a flicker of shame that I was going to be late to pick my daughter up because I’d wanted to have car sex. It was unlike me to be so selfish.
“She’s safe with Regan and Thane,” Walker said, as if he read my thoughts. “We’re not that late.”
I gave him a grateful smile and climbed off him to get dressed.
He dealt with the condom and put it into a little plastic bag he’d kept in the back of his seat. “Remind me that’s in there,” he joked.
Chuckling, I nodded as I buttoned up my jeans and clipped my seat belt on.
“Better?” he asked.
“I still want you,” I admitted with a wry smile. “I guess my body is making up for that five-year dry spell.”
“Five years?” He raised a brow as he reversed expertly back to the road.
“Did I not tell you that?” I chuckled to myself. “Yeah, the last time I had sex was with that guy Nathan chased off, and it was only a quickie. Nothing to write home about. So I guess I have a lot of pent-up sexual tension.”
“More than happy to help you with that,” Walker assured me with a quick grin that did wicked things to my insides.
My ringtone suddenly blared through the car, and my heart jolted. Mom guilt immediately filled me, thinking it was Callie calling to ask why I was late. Fingers trembling, I grabbed the bag off the floor and riffled through it until I found the phone.
It wasn’t Callie.
It was Flora. I told Walker so before I answered, “Hey, Flora.”
“Sloane …” Flora’s voice held an edge I didn’t understand but knew I didn’t like. “There’s something going on at your cottage, lass. Mrs. Fairley said she passed it and the door is open. She said it looks like someone has been in and vandalized it.”