Total pages in book: 122
Estimated words: 115086 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 575(@200wpm)___ 460(@250wpm)___ 384(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115086 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 575(@200wpm)___ 460(@250wpm)___ 384(@300wpm)
“Fuck yes. Anything.” He grabbed her tit, giving a rough squeeze before plucking at the nipple while he fucked his fingers in and out of her.
She groaned. “Y-yes. Keep going,” she encouraged. “Oh, God.”
Her hips moved faster, as did his fingers. Arousal coated his hand, allowing him to glide with ease. When he slid a slicked thumb across her clit, she cried out and pitched forward, grabbing his arms for support.
“Holy shit, do that again.”
Only a fucking fool would refuse a demand like that, so he thrummed her clit as he fingered her. She curled her nails into his nails as she humped herself on his hand.
Fuck she was beautiful chasing her pleasure. Eyes screwed shut, mouth partway open, face flushed.
“You’re close,” he said as he fingered her harder.
“I-I’m really close.”
“Open your eyes.”
She did as he asked, and the minute her unfocused gaze found his, he pinched her clit between his thumb and first finger.
She went off like a shaken bottle of soda.
“Curly,” she shouted as she clutched his arms and quaked against him. The tremors lasted for long seconds until she eventually slumped. Her forehead rested on his chest while she gulped in air. He stroked her back, her limbs, her ass, any expanse of skin he could reach while she rode out the climax.
When her breathing finally evened, she straightened, and he saw the uncertainty in her eyes. Now that it was over, her brain would retake control, reminding her of what a foolish idea this had been.
He was having none of that shit. Not after the way she’d just burned alive in his arms. He withdrew his fingers, causing her to tremble. Then, as she watched he brought them to his mouth and licked them clean.
Her pussy tasted even better than her mouth.
A gasp left her lips and her eyes widened comically. Once he’d finished his treat, he grabbed the back of her head and brought her in for a sloppy, unrestrained kiss.
When it ended, she still had that shy, slightly glazed-over look to her. “That was, uh…”
“The hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen? Shit, Brooke, I could watch you come all day.”
She let out a nervous laugh while pressing a hand to her chest.
If her heart was anything like his, it still raced with the thrill of the moment.
As though she suddenly recalled her nudity, she began to cross her arms over her tits, but he caught her wrists and planted them at her sides.
“No way you’re hiding from me now. Those babies and I are good friends.”
That got a much more authentic laugh from her.
His phone chimed from her lounge chair. He kissed her mouth quickly, then said, “That’ll be Jinx. We’re supposed to meet up to discuss what he learned tonight.”
“So you have to go?”
He groaned at the renewed vulnerability in her voice. “Trust me, I don’t want to. But yes, they’ll be expecting me.”
“But, you didn’t…” She waved toward his impossible-to-miss hard-on.
His chuckle sounded more like a grumble. “Trust me, I’m aware.” Grabbing her hand, he guided it to his still hard cock. The second her palm made contact, even with the wet boxer briefs between them, he clenched his teeth to keep from groaning in agony.
Brooke sucked in a breath, and her hand tightened around him.
“Shit,” he said, then leaned in to whisper, “next time.” And there would be a next time. He wasn’t finished with the sexy dog trainer. If he were intelligent, he’d walk away. A woman like Brooke—smart, fierce, beautiful—deserved so much more than he was able to give. After coming off a marriage to such a piece of shit, she deserved love, she deserved a partner, she deserved forever. All Curly had to give was his cock and some hot nights between the sheets. But after getting a taste of her tonight, he knew he’d be back for more. What man could be expected to resist her?
After stealing one last kiss in which she slid her tongue into his mouth and turned what he’d expected to be a peck into a full-on make-out, he pushed up and out of the pool. Brooke remained where she sat, observing him as the water ran down his body. He snagged a towel from the lounge chair and wrapped it around his waist. Harley hopped down from the chaise and lapped at the water droplets on his bare feet. Her little butt wiggled back and forth with the speed of her wagging tail. Fuck, he was already head over heels for the pup.
“Will you fill me in on what happened with Jinx and Prick?” she asked while slipping her bikini top back over her head. In some mind-boggling feat of female contortionism, she managed to secure the tie behind her back.
He wanted to tell her no. To keep her far away from anything potentially harmful, but that wouldn’t fly with Brooke. And for reasons he had no plans on delving into, he had a hard time denying this woman.