Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 154595 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 773(@200wpm)___ 618(@250wpm)___ 515(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 154595 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 773(@200wpm)___ 618(@250wpm)___ 515(@300wpm)
Shit. Oh, hell.
“Gray,” she moaned.
“Shh, girl. Shh. I can feel how much you need to come. You’re clenching down around me. I want you to come for me.”
“My clit . . .” she said. She needed him to touch her there. Just a bit. It wouldn’t take much to send her flying.
“No, I want you to try and come like this.”
She shook her head. No, no, she couldn’t.
“Listen to me. You’re going to come for me, girl. Right the fuck now.”
“I . . . I can’t . . .”
“Don’t want to hear that. Listen to my voice. You want to please me, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she sobbed.
“You want to do as I say?”
“Yes.”
“And you want to come?”
“Please!”
“Then come. Be a good girl for me and come.”
And to her shock, her body rocked in his arms as he thrust deep, hitting her in the most delightful spot and she came with a shudder.
This was the first time she’d come without her clit being stimulated. She was still shuddering as he let out a deep moan, following her over. He had one arm wrapped around her as they both stood there, shaking and breathing heavily.
“That was insane,” she told him.
“You’re so beautiful, my girl.” He drew out of her and turned her. Then he kissed her gently. “I’m so proud of you.”
It wasn’t like she’d done anything that spectacular.
But she soaked up his praise like a sponge, knowing he meant every word. She was the luckiest girl in the world.
38
She was so freaking unlucky.
The first cramp hit her when they were about three hours into their journey the next day.
Why?
Why did it have to come early? To be fair, she was always going to come clean.
But she hadn’t expected her damn period to come early. She shifted around on the seat, having to hold in a whimper.
And of course it had to be heavy and painful.
Just her freaking bad luck.
“What’s wrong?” Gray asked, looking over at her.
Last night, after he’d given her that amazing orgasm, he’d rubbed moisturizer into every inch of her body before carrying her to bed and dressing her in one of the onesies that he’d bought her. Then he’d given her the pacifier to try out while he’d gotten himself ready for bed.
It hadn’t been too bad. But she liked sucking on his cock better. Still, she knew that she had to give him a break.
She hadn’t dreamed once last night, which she was very grateful for. And she was certain it was because he’d been with her the whole night, holding her tight.
“Um, well.”
“Maeve,” he said warningly. “Tell me. Do you need the potty? Is that it?”
“No,” she replied. Well, actually. “Can we not call it the potty?”
“Girl.”
“Okay, maybe I do need the bathroom. Is there somewhere we can stop?”
“Saw a sign just before. Should be coming up.” He eyed her worriedly. “Was it breakfast? Probably because your body is detoxing.”
“My body isn’t detoxing. It’s just . . . I need the bathroom, okay?”
Gray pulled up at a truck stop with a diner and public bathroom. She undid her belt and grabbed her handbag. She’d jumped out before Gray got to her side.
“Hey,” he growled.
“Gotta go.” She raced off knowing that would get her into trouble. But she was worried she was going to ruin her clothing.
Getting into a stall, she groaned as she saw the mess she was in.
Shoot. Taking off her cute shorts and panties, she sighed as she started cleaning herself up.
Great. Just great.
Tears dripped down her face, which annoyed her. This wasn’t something to cry over. There were far worse things in life happening to other people. She shouldn’t be crying over this.
Ridiculous.
“Maeve? Maeve, what’s wrong?” Gray called out.
She squealed. “Gray! This is the women’s toilets.”
“Think I care about that, girl?” he grumbled. “Open the door.”
“No! I’m on the toilet.”
“So?”
“Gray, there’s a line. This is it. This is the line.”
He sighed. “Girl, we all poop.”
“I’m not pooping!” But she was about to die of embarrassment. “Please, just give me a few moments. Actually, could you get me a change of clothes?”
There was a beat of silence. “Why do you need a change of clothes, girl?”
“I just . . . I just do . . . please.”
“Maeve,” he said gently. “Baby, you can tell me.”
Christ. She hated to think what he was imagining.
Just tell him, Maeve. He’s going to find out anyway.
“I have my period. It came on suddenly.”
“What? That’s not normal, right? You just had it.” There was alarm in his voice and she winced.
“I . . . I didn’t.”
“What do you mean?”
“I didn’t just have it. I lied before.”
Another beat of silence. Damn, he wasn’t happy with her.
“Little girl, you lied to me?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“I am not happy with you right now.”
She let out a small sob.
Gray sighed. “Baby, don’t cry. Please. It’s not that bad, surely.”