Total pages in book: 171
Estimated words: 167204 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 836(@200wpm)___ 669(@250wpm)___ 557(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 167204 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 836(@200wpm)___ 669(@250wpm)___ 557(@300wpm)
Sloane knows how to take a hint.
I feel her gaze linger on me for a moment and I get the feeling she’d rather talk than listen to music, but she doesn’t say so. She looks away, watching out the window as we head back to campus.
I drop Sloane off at her car, then head back home.
Something smells good when I walk inside. I inhale and glance in the kitchen looking for the source, and I find a slow cooker I didn’t even know I had set up on the counter.
“Whatever that is, I can’t wait to eat it.”
Brynn is lying on her side on a yoga mat she put down in the living room. She flashes me a warm smile. “I can’t wait for you to eat it. It’s vegetarian pot roast, and I know you’re probably like, ‘what? How can you make pot roast a vegetarian dish?’ but you can, and it’s delicious. You’ll want to marry me—or at least take me up on that offer to be your replacement housekeeper.”
I crack a smile, walking closer and watching as she lifts her leg up and down in a slow, steady motion. Since she’s lying on her side, her tits are pressed together, and all she’s wearing is a pale purple workout bra and matching shorts.
“Don’t watch me work out,” she says a bit self-consciously. “It’s weird.”
“Is it?” I murmur.
She nods, finishing up her reps on that side, then shifting positions and putting her back to me so she can repeat the motion on the other side.
My gaze travels down the length of her mostly exposed back, dips in at her waist, and settles on her ass.
The way her shorts hug her ass, she should have known better than to work out where I’d be able to see her.
“Are you almost done?” I ask her.
“About halfway, then I need to cool down and stretch.”
I’ll help her stretch, all right.
I put her things down on the center island, then I walk over and drop down on the floor behind her.
“What do you think you’re doing?” she asks, rolling to her tummy and then pushing up on all fours.
“What am I doing? You’re the one posing like that in my living room like there won’t be consequences.”
She looks back at me, smiling faintly, when I come up behind her and grab her hips. “I need ten more minutes.”
I run a hand over her ass. “Sorry. Time’s up.”
“Killian,” she says on a sigh, but I can hear the change in her voice, hear her wanting to give in even before I slide my hand down and rub her pussy through the fabric.
A soft gasp escapes her, but she stays up in position like she’s intent on resuming her workout.
I am just as intent on interrupting it, and between the two of us, I think she knows who’s going to get their way.
I inch forward so my hips are pressed against her butt, then I skim a hand down her side and up her torso, caressing her soft skin on my way to grabbing her tit. She sighs when I squeeze and caress it through the fabric, but it’s not enough. I lift the elastic band beneath her tits, letting them bounce free.
“Killian,” she says again, but this time, there’s a catch in her voice.
I smirk and palm her tits, then I tease her nipples because I know it drives her fucking crazy.
Listening to her helpless little sighs is enough to drive me crazy, and my cock grows so fucking hard, it threatens to rip through my jeans.
I let go of her tits to unbutton and unzip and give myself a measure of relief, but the relief I want is right between those perfect thighs of hers, and I’m going to take it, whether she wants me to or not.
I pull down her shorts and her panties along with them, then I grab a handful of her perfect ass and she moans, dropping to her forearms and sinking down closer to the mat. It’s a perfect upside-down heart, and I can’t resist spreading those cheeks and sliding a finger down along her needy pussy.
She’s sensitive to my touch, so she wiggles away instinctively when I do, but I don’t let her get far. I use my fingers to spread her pussy open, then I take out my cock. I let it drag along her thigh for a second so she knows what’s coming, then I guide it to her entrance. She gasps harshly when I drive into her without preamble, then moans as I sink myself deeper.
Fuck.
I could live inside this pussy.
“Killian. Can you please put on a condom?”
I ignore her request and grab her hips, holding her steady as I inch back, then force myself deeper. I love the way being inside her feels. Her pussy is tight as fuck, and that tight, wet heat squeezes me in the best way possible when I fuck her bare.