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)
I tore down her underwear and she stepped out of them before reaching frantically for my jeans, unbuckling my belt and unzipping me. When she wrapped her hand around my dick and tugged, I fell into her, kissing her as I ground into her hand.
The edge was too close, though, and I wanted to come inside her. I almost dropped my wallet, trying to get a condom out, fumbling like a fucking teenager.
Shoving my jeans and boxers to my ankles, I wrapped up and lifted Sloane into my arms, sliding her back up the wall of the house as her thighs clung to me.
I prodded until I found her and then I surged up into her. She whimpered to bite back her cry as I gritted my teeth against the groan of pleasure. Fuck, nothing felt better than this woman. So tight and hot, her pussy gripping my dick like she never wanted to let go.
I pulled almost all the way out, bent my knees, and thrust back in.
She clung to me, fingers biting into my shoulders as I fucked her against the side of the house, staring into her gorgeous face, watching her struggle to contain the sounds of her pleasure. There was a part of me that wanted to bury my head in her throat and fuck her as hard and as fast as I could.
But I wanted to watch her more.
Wanted to watch the way all the fear and trauma of the last few weeks disappeared and the only thing that mattered was this. Lust. Need.
I could hear her breath quickening, her grip on me becoming fiercer, and I knew she was about to come. She choked on a cry, her mouth wide, eyes bright in the moonlight as her hips tensed against mine seconds before I felt the hard tugs of her pussy around my dick.
There was barely a chance to watch her face before the sensation was too much and I came in a long, throbbing release that shuddered through every fucking inch of me. I buried my face in Sloane’s neck as I ground my hips into her, my dick still pulsing inside her even after I’d emptied myself into the condom.
Fuck, it felt never-ending. And yet not enough.
Finally, our breathing calmed, and I felt her body go pliant against mine, her thighs slipping as she struggled to stay up.
Reluctantly, I pulled back and out of her as I lowered her gently to the ground. Need for her still tightened in my gut as I watched her tug her nightdress up.
I wanted her in my mouth again.
I wanted to make her come so many times tonight so she’d have nothing to fear or worry over for hours.
But I knew I couldn’t. Not here.
She knew it too.
Sloane reached up and tenderly stroked my face, her fingers rasping over my beard. “Go home and sleep, Walker. We’re all good here.”
I nodded.
We walked in silence back to the front door, and I waited as she disappeared inside with a wave and a soft, satisfied smile.
When I got back in the car and drove away, I tried not to think about my disappointment that I couldn’t stay with her. That she hadn’t asked me to stay. If I let myself think about it, it would scare the shit out of me.
Twenty-Six
SLOANE
Monday came around, and I hadn’t wanted to let Callie out of my sight. My instincts screamed at me to keep her home, but the security team convinced me she would be fine and protected at school.
I, however, was not fine. Even though I wasn’t supposed to, I kept my cell on me all day in case Callie needed me. And also in case the police called. We’d updated the detective inspectors about the phone call at Flora’s on Saturday, and they had an alert out with Nathan’s description. I knew I wouldn’t rest easy until they caught him. It had to happen soon. The villages in this part of the country were close knit. Yes, Ardnoch had a ton of tourists, so it made things more difficult, but this was a quiet time, and outsiders stood out. For a start, Nathan had to be staying somewhere. The first thing the police did was start checking accommodation—B and Bs, hotels, holiday parks.
One of the worst things in the world is waiting by the phone for someone to bring you good or bad news.
Sometimes my mind would wander from it to Walker. To the early hours of Sunday morning when we’d lost ourselves in each other. That night, I’d tried to fall asleep, but I kept popping my head into Callie’s room to check she was okay. She’d been pretty shaken up, and it had taken a bunch of Disney movies and pizza with Aria to get her to relax. She fell asleep on the couch, and I carried her up to her bed for the first time in a long time. When I checked in on her a fourth time, she woke up, said, “Mom?” and then fell back asleep. Realizing I was going to wake her, I’d forced myself to stop going into her room and instead paced in mine. That’s when I saw Walker. The moment I saw him standing outside, guarding us, I needed him. And my instincts told me that’s what he needed too.