Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 78598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Twice we did the rounds—me just enjoying holding him close. On the last lap, I asked, “Anything else you want to see while we’re here?”
“Since I’m not a seven-year-old girl, no. If we’re done, let’s go back.”
My smile dimmed. “Don’t you want to get something to eat first? The shortbread cookies here are really good.”
Legend wasn’t asking anymore. He hooked around my waist and took off, ducking through the exit and taking us out of the zoo and into the parking lot.
I didn’t know what to say or do, so I said and did nothing. Was he annoyed? Mad? Done with me? Had I ruined my first and last chance to win him back?
All I wanted to do was show him that I knew him. I listened to him. The late nights we spent in bed, talking about the little things while Roan slept pressed against my back—they mattered to me just as much then as they did now. I could live a thousand lives and that would never change.
“I’m sorry, Legend.” He beeped the car open. “I truly thought you would enjoy it. I’ll think of something better for next time.” Legend’s hand rested on the small of my back, guiding me around the trunk to my side. “What if I make us a romantic dinner? Shortbread cookies from scratch. Or we could do something the three of us. You, me, and Roan—”
A hand clamped on my jaw, constricting my gasp. He hauled me to his lips, eating another gasp as he bit my ear.
“Damn, woman, you need a lot of validation. You know you nailed it, so stop fishing for me to say you did.”
My eyes went round. “But— You said—”
Legend crashed his lips on mine. I responded instantly, twisting around and linking my arms behind his head. A faint beep sounded in my ear. I didn’t register what the sound meant until Legend picked me up and plopped me back-flat in the trunk.
“Uhh. If this was a trick to lock me in here, I’m telling you right now, you’re the one who’ll face the consequences.”
His grin could only be described as wicked. “I’m almost tempted to find out what those would be, but no.” Calloused fingers tickled my leg, leaving a teasing trail under the hem of my dress. “I had something else in mind.”
“What—”
Legend tore my panties clean off. I choked on a noise when they went sailing over his shoulder, into the trees. This is why he didn’t want cookies. He had another kind of dessert in mind.
“Leg—” He pushed two fingers past my folds and they were off, pumping and finger-fucking me as my legs flailed for purchase and found none. The man really didn’t want me to talk, which was good because all thought of doing that flew out of my head.
My head bumped against the rough fabric. I was only half in. My ass was propped up and hanging over the lip. Legend flipped my dress up and it fluttered over my face, muffling the moans I was already fighting to hold in. Thank goodness there were barely any people here on a Wednesday morning. That didn’t mean I needed a homeschooling family of four to stumble on this sight.
I batted my dress out of my face, just in time to see Legend free his cock. I tightened on his fingers, whimpering in anticipation of that smooth, thick rod moving inside me.
It had been a very long time.
Legend crooked his fingers, angling them to undo me while his thumb caressed my clit. My eyes crossed. He added a third finger, stretching me just to the point of my limit. Goose bumps rolled down my flesh, the visual proof of what this man did to me. Intensity rippled through me again and again like a thumping bass—reverberating in my soul.
He caught one of my legs and hooked it around his waist. “Take your dress off.”
I scrambled to heed his order. Wasn’t easy when I was the wrong side up and maneuvering in a tight space. Finally, I got it off and quickly shoved it under me when he reached for it. He wasn’t tossing that into the woods too.
Chuckling, Legend drew a line through the sweat collecting between my breasts, over my stomach, and slipped among the digits working my pussy. He swallowed that finger to the knuckle. “You’re wrong, de Souza. Shortbread cookies aren’t how I indulge my sweet tooth. You are.”
I swallowed hard. As I thought, I nailed the date and it stirred something in Legend I didn’t understand, but wasn’t about to stop for all the money in the world. If he wanted to forget how angry and distrustful he was of me, who was I to remind him?
“Tease me,” he ordered.
Rough pants heaved my chest, and it was getting his divided attention as he palmed his cock. I cupped them without a thought—pushing them together and delighting the hitch that small act caused in his breath. My nipples were hardened pebbles, begging for Legend’s mouth on my breasts, or his dick pumping between. They settled for me rolling and tweaking them between my fingers as his eyes glazed.