Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 68509 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68509 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
“Turn for me, baby,” Wick said, teeth nipping my earlobe as I came back down.
There was no hesitation as I turned on his lap, leaning back against his chest as his hand went around me, teasing my clit again as I rocked myself against his hard length.
“Fuck, baby, take me in,” Wick demanded a while later as I rocked and whimpered.
I lifted up as Wick fisted his cock to hold it for me to slide down on.
I did, my moan rising in the alcove as he filled me. The new angle had my thighs shaking and my sex clenching hard.
I leaned back against Wick’s chest, sucking in a slow, deep breath.
I was in no hurry to move, for this to eventually come to an end.
Despite what Wick said, I got the feeling that this might very well be the end for us.
And maybe it was crazy, but if I was going to die, I wanted to do it with him inside of me, with his hands around me, with his breath in my ear telling me how good I felt.
Eventually, though, we had to give in to the clawing needs in our bodies.
I rode him slowly up and through one orgasm before Wick shifted up, moving me onto all fours, then taking over, fucking me hard and deep, the sounds of our bodies tangling with our moans as we drove upward together. Before coming with cries of pleasure, bodies tensing and shaking.
Wick pulled me back on his lap afterward, wrapping me up tight, and pressing a kiss to my forehead.
Eventually, satisfied with this possibly being the end, I drifted off to sleep in the arms of a man that—yes, at this point I could admit—I had fallen for.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Wick
If I thought she slept hard when she stayed out cold when as I turned over the speedboat to move it while she rested, it was nothing compared to how she slept as I grunted and groaned and cursed while moving heavy rocks.
I started with the cave-in from the day before, since I knew exactly how far that hole was and where we would come out. Unfortunately, the more I dug out, the more the rocks fell.
Not wanting to risk a full cave in, I gave up on that area and turned toward the wall where a slight breeze blew in every once in a while.
After the sex, Violet had curled up on me and fallen asleep. The anxiety had likely sapped all the energy she’d gotten from a full night of sleep the night before.
As a whole, she’d been a real trooper through this whole journey. Sure, she’d had mild freak-outs about the bugs. But in her defense, those things were massive. Other than that, though, she’d been brave as fuck.
That panic attack about dying in a cave had fucking gutted me.
I had to make good on my promise.
I had to get us out of here.
With any luck, the assassins believed we’d either died in the cave-in or suffocated shortly after, so they’d taken their asses out of the rainforest, and we wouldn’t have to worry about them for the rest of the journey.
I couldn’t put my finger on a reason why, but I could just feel that we were close, that we only had a few more hours of walking ahead of us.
We’d still have to be careful on the road back toward civilization. Our pursuers could be anywhere still.
But I didn’t plan to be on the road long. I wanted to get Vi the biggest, fanciest hotel room possible. Then I was going to get her every bit of food her heart desired. And coffee. And orgasms.
That motivation kept me going even as sweat slicked my body, my shoulders screamed, and my fingers got chewed up and bled.
Little by little, I clawed down the rock wall that separated us from—hopefully—outside.
The more rocks I removed, the more thick, heated air crept in, warming the cool alcove we’d been huddled in.
There was no light, so I figured there was a longer tunnel to get through to escape. But I didn’t want to go anywhere without Vi when she was so freaked out.
Tripping over the scattered rocks in the pitch-black space, I made my way over toward Violet, who was asleep on my pack.
“Duchess,” I called, voice soft. Then, remembering how deep she slept, I raised my voice and gave her a little shake. “Duchess, wake up.”
“Leavemealone,” she grumbled, swatting outward, making a smile stretch across my face.
“Wake up, duchess.”
“No,” she said, burying her face in my backpack.
“There’s a bird-eater spider right—”
She flew upward, flinging her hands out.
“Whoa. There’s not. I was lying,” I assured her. I got a hard whack to the chest for that. “You wouldn’t wake up,” I told her.
“I thought I was dead.”
“Not today. Not on my watch,” I told her. “I got an opening. But I don’t want to explore anymore without you.”