Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 33998 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33998 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
I groaned when she leaned up on her knees before sinking onto my cock. I adjusted my legs while still inside of her so I was sitting on the floor of the shower, my back to the wall. She began to slowly ride me, her tits jiggling with every thrust. I ran my hands over her smooth skin, loving how she felt, how her body took me like it instinctively knew me. Like her pussy was made to shape to my cock.
“That’s so good, Cannon,” I groaned, my head falling back against the white tile. My eyes were slitted as I watched her chase her pleasure. I tweaked her nipples, watching as she trembled. “Use me, baby. Take whatever you need. I’m yours.”
Those words sent her tumbling over the edge, and she moaned my name as her walls tightened around me. I crushed her to me, licking at the seam of her lips before I forced her mouth open so I could taste her as she fell apart around me.
She panted into my mouth, her body trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm. I just silently held her, not needing to get off a second time.
“You didn’t come,” she mumbled a few minutes later.
I shook my head and lifted her left hand, placing a kiss on her ring finger. “All I needed was to watch you come on my cock, Cannon.” I rubbed her finger. “Later today, I’m putting a ring on this finger.”
A sleepy smile tilted her lips. “I was wondering if I was no longer married since you came home.”
I grinned at her. “Paul is out of the picture, baby.” Leaning down, I pressed a kiss to the tip of her nose. “Now, it’s just you and me.”
A tender smile tilted her lips as she closed her eyes. “Just you and me,” she repeated, sleep coating her words. “I really like the sound of that.”
11
Cannon
Whiler helped me off his bike and grasped my hand in his, lifting it so the sun glinted off the shimmering diamond ring on my finger. My heart clenched in my chest, and the look on his face—so soft and filled with so much adoration—just about knocked me on my ass.
When we got out of bed this morning, Whiler took me on a breakfast date, and then we went ring shopping. He not only purchased an engagement ring for me, but we also picked out and purchased wedding bands.
He was dead serious about this, and I hadn’t been able to stop smiling all morning.
I had a feeling Whiler was the one for me when he first came back home, but his fierce protectiveness of me solidified that. He may have been lost when I first met him, drowning in misery and depression, but I knew there was a man worth loving in there.
He tried everything he could to get me to turn my back on him. Fucking other women. Treating me like shit. Using me like a whore. But none of it bothered me. I played his game with him, and I made sure I played it better than him while I was at it.
He wasn’t getting rid of me—not then and not now. He was stuck with me for life, and one thing I knew about these men, they were like penguins. Once they claimed a woman as their old lady, that was it. There was no going back from it. It was a life bond, and only death would end it.
“You sure you’re ready for this?” I asked him.
He arched a brow at me before reaching up to twist his ball cap around so it rested backward on his head. My ovaries burst. I was about ninety-nine percent sure of it. There was something about a man wearing his hat backward that got me all hot and bothered.
Whiler leaned in, his lips just barely brushing mine. My breasts brushed the leather of his chest, and my nipples pebbled. A whimper slid from my throat before I could stop it. A tiny smirk twitched at his lips.
“You think a man like me would’ve put this ring on your finger if I wasn’t sure, baby?” he rumbled. He kissed me then, his tongue licking at the seam of my lips. Once I parted for him, he wrapped his arms around me and crushed me to him, devouring my mouth. He kissed me like he was trying to inhale me. Like my life essence was what he needed to be able to breathe. To live.
“You ready to tell everyone?” he asked once he pulled back from me. My chest was heaving from the lack of air, and I was light-headed from how drugging his kisses were. I could die with his lips on mine, and I would die a happy woman.
“Yeah,” I managed, a bright smile on my lips. He met it with a matching grin of his own. I linked our fingers together, loving how my ring slightly bit into my finger when Whiler’s thicker fingers slid between mine. “Let’s go tell everyone, along with all those women you fucked,” he didn’t even have the decency to look sheepish, not that I expected him to, “that you’re a taken man.”