Total pages in book: 132
Estimated words: 135442 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 677(@200wpm)___ 542(@250wpm)___ 451(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135442 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 677(@200wpm)___ 542(@250wpm)___ 451(@300wpm)
I nodded.
“You want that to filter into our life?” he asked.
I didn’t understand the question because I thought it already was part of our lives since it was an integral part of who we were.
“Uh…” I repeated.
“Rynnie, if I told you to get on your knees right now and suck my cock while I ate breakfast, would you be down with that?”
I grasped his waist mostly to hold myself up because my legs were in danger of buckling.
His eyes got lazy.
My knees got weaker.
“Yeah, you’d be down with that,” he whispered in a wicked, awesome, totally sexy way.
And I swayed into him because my knees were even weaker.
He shifted a hand so his thumb stroked across my cheek.
But then he went on to rub it against my mouth. He did this relatively hard, and I felt it in a way, even after his touch was gone, I knew I’d keep feeling it.
Another stake claimed.
“We’ll play like that, baby,” he said quietly. “You aren’t feelin’ it or aren’t in the mood, we’ll have a word for that too. Yeah?”
I nodded.
“You wanna suck my cock?” he asked.
I wanted him to tell me to suck his cock.
I didn’t answer.
“Good girl,” he muttered, watching his thumb at my lips, and my pussy spasmed.
I did right.
His eyes came to mine and his thumb moved away.
“We’ll have a session tonight, Rynnie,” he said gently. “At my place. Work you over good. See what you can take. Can you wait for that?”
I nodded again.
“Good girl,” he growled those words this time, bent his head, kissed me in a way that now not only my lips were staked as his, my entire mouth was.
When he broke the kiss, he didn’t break the connection when he asked a question that, if any other Dom asked it, I’d think he lacked originality.
Boone asked it, I had a bigger, stronger pussy spasm and I couldn’t wait to answer.
“Who’s your Master?”
“You, Boone.”
“Yeah, baby.” He took his hands from me, turned to his plate and ordered, “Eat your breakfast.”
I did as told, and I did it liking that there was now a sexual component to something like that, liking that this was going to be a part of our lives, making even mundane stuff more intimate, even thrilling.
We ate.
We did the dishes together.
Mo came over because he was day duty seeing as Boone was on something for Hawk that he couldn’t take that for me.
Which reminded me of something that somehow in all the brouhaha with Boone I’d completely forgotten.
So I asked about it after Boone and I finished making out at the door (and just to say, I was beside-myself happy we had that back too).
“We haven’t talked about what’s going down with Brett.”
“Tonight, Ryn. Before I work you. Or tomorrow morning, after I work you.”
I forgot entirely what we were discussing.
All I could think about was Boone “working me” and how much I liked how he referred to it like that.
He knew I was thinking that. I knew he knew it when his eyes got lazy again and he instigated another makeout session.
Sadly, he had to end it and our days had to begin.
So that was what we did.
But for me, I did it not only because I had no choice.
But because it would bring me closer to having him back that night.
* * *
Later that morning, I was in a massive flooring warehouse with Mo, Hound and Joker when Boone called me, interrupting Hound and Joker having what I thought was a hilarious argument over the tile for the guest bathroom floor.
It was hilarious because I would never have guessed Hound even knew bathroom floors were tiled. He went in, he did his business, he walked out, and his environs mattered not, in a bathroom…or anywhere.
But Hound definitely had a vision for my house.
At least he did for the guest bathroom.
One that clashed with Joker’s vision.
So I walked away (not far away, because the minute I shifted, three pairs of male eyes shot to me) to take the call.
“Hey, Boone,” I greeted, ready to launch in about Hound, Joker and the bad news that the subflooring was going to have to be pulled up in most of the house because the cat stink had sunk into it, but the good news was, we were getting on that and the plumber’s quote wouldn’t mean I was looking for a buyer for one of my kidneys.
“Why didn’t you tell me how the guys were treating you?”
I blinked at stacks of tall boards displaying tile options.
“Sorry?”
“Lottie called and told me that Mo called her and told her that you and I got our shit together, so now I had to tell the boys to get their heads out of their asses and stay out of our shit when it turns to shit because it isn’t their business. And she’s right. Really fuckin’ right,” Boone said, and he said it really fucking unhappily. “Why didn’t you tell me the guys were acting like assholes?”