Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 121578 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 608(@200wpm)___ 486(@250wpm)___ 405(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121578 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 608(@200wpm)___ 486(@250wpm)___ 405(@300wpm)
That wicked, scheming smile spreads across her face again, lighting something warm and dangerous inside me. “It’ll be fine. Don’t worry.”
Her grin doesn’t fade as we slip back to the room we’re crashing in for the night. “You’re sure this is okay?” she asks. “You’re not going to get into trouble with your club because of me, right?”
I’ve never been so sure about anything in my life—Margot Cedarwood is exactly my kind of chaos.
CHAPTER TWENTY
Jigsaw
Hours later, I’m dangling in that hazy space between sleep and wakefulness.
Faint music and chatter drift upstairs from the hardcore partygoers. Lots of times that had been me, but I’m way too content holding Margot in my arms to worry about my brothers’ antics or what I’m missing out there.
“Mmm.” Margot sighs in her sleep and wiggles, settling herself into the pillows and pushing her ass against me.
I have everything I need right here.
My arm’s carelessly slung over her, my hand resting on her stomach. Her movements pull me away from sleep. I slide my hand lower, dipping under the waistband of her shorts to stroke her skin. So soft all over.
The next time I hover close to awake, the barest hint of dusky sunlight’s peeking around the curtains. Pain in my wrist draws my attention to my hand wedged between Margot’s thighs. Even in sleep I can’t get enough of her. Her wetness coats my fingers and I slide them up, slowly working them around her clit.
“Mmm.” She sighs and her hips twitch.
Can I make her come in her sleep?
Intent on finding out, I rub harder.
She moans louder. Her eyelids flutter and her lips part but I’m pretty sure she’s still asleep.
Bam!
“Ahhh! What the fuck!?” someone screams across the hallway. “Holy shit! Holy shit!”
More heavy thuds and banging.
More screaming. “Get it away! Get it away!”
Margot startles awake and lifts her head. “I guess he found it.”
I bury my face in her hair and laugh. “You’re brilliant.” My lips find their way to her neck and suck. “Beautiful and diabolical. So fucking perfect,” I whisper against her skin, inhaling the subtle peppermint scent from the soap we’d used in the shower before bed. My dick perks up.
“Mmm,” she moans and turns toward me. “I was having the best dream. What were you doing?” She squeezes her legs together, trapping my hand between her thighs.
“Trying to make you come in your sleep.” I scrape my teeth lightly against her neck. “Is that okay?”
“God, yes,” she breathes. “I think I was close.”
I pull my hand out of her pants and drag it up under her shirt to cup her breast. She arches her back, pushing her gorgeous full breast into my hand. I flick my thumb against her hard nipple, painfully aware of the fabric in my way.
“I need this off.” I tug at the hem. She sits up and I help her strip off the shirt, then I yank her shorts down. “That’s my girl. Nice and naked. No more clothes on your body when we’re here.”
She shivers and stretches against me. “Okay.”
Fuck, I don’t have enough hands or tongues to touch everywhere I want to touch.
I slide my hand over her hip and down her leg.
Her body shudders as if she’s close to orgasm. “If I sleep naked, will you promise to wake me up in a special way?”
“How special?” I tease my tongue over her nipple, then suck it into my greedy mouth.
She hooks one of her legs over mine. “You were on the right track.”
“You’re the fucking best,” I groan against her throat. “Yup, spread your thighs nice and wide for me.” I take my hand away to lick my thumb, then bring it to her clit. “I’d happily sleep with my cock buried in you all night.”
She gasps as I shove two fingers inside her.
“Oh my God, I think I’d like that. A lot.”
Slowly, I pump in and out of her. “I’m so fucking horny for you, I woke up with my hand wedged between your sweet little thighs.” I kiss her breast. “I think you liked it; my fingers were soaked.”
“I do,” she answers in a breathy little cry. “I really do.”
“Show me, then.” I push deeper, curling my fingers inside her, searching for that special spot. “Come on.”
She squeezes her eyes shut and shamelessly grinds herself against my hand. “Good girl.” I kiss her temple and work faster, so crazed to be inside her, I might end up coming on her leg before I get the chance. She rocks her hips in time with my thrusting fingers.
Her body tightens and quivers. She tips her head back, moaning toward the ceiling, louder than she’s ever been before. “That’s it,” I encourage.
Shrill, unintelligible shouts, followed by laughter, flow from the hallway. I can’t tell—and don’t care—if the sounds are directed at us or something else, I just need Margot.