Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 116455 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 582(@200wpm)___ 466(@250wpm)___ 388(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116455 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 582(@200wpm)___ 466(@250wpm)___ 388(@300wpm)
JT closed his eyes and threw his head back, letting out a groan and squeezing the base of his hard cock. “Killing me, Firecracker.”
When his eyes opened and landed on me again, I finally pulled my underwear off and let him see how hard I was for him. I walked slowly toward him and climbed into his lap, straddling his naked cock until it ran between my ass cheeks.
“Would you believe,” I gasped, moving just enough to tease both of us, “that some people get off on edging? That they could do it for hours?”
He threaded his fingers into my hair and yanked my head back with just the right amount of roughness. “No more. If this is the revenge you talked about earlier, you’ve made your point.”
I chuckled darkly, then dragged my cock against his hard abs, shivering at the friction. I hadn’t been thinking of that at all, but now that he’d reminded me…
“Hmmm. I’m not sure I have. I believe I said I was going to hold you down and make you admit defeat, just like that day at Quick Lake.” I pressed a line of teasing kisses along the bristly edge of his jaw and hovered my lips over his for a moment, so close to kissing… but not. “And you still seem pretty bossy, Frog.”
I removed his hands from my head and placed them firmly against the arms of the chair in unspoken command. Then I slid down his lap so I could nip at his collarbone and nuzzle his armpit. I ran my tongue over the crook of his elbow and even pressed a kiss to the part of his ridiculous tattoo that peeked out over his watch band. He groaned but didn’t move.
“Not bossy,” he choked out. “So not bossy. You win. See?”
I snickered and gave in to the temptation to run my fingernails over his nipples. His cock jerked, so I did it again… and then again… until his hips jerked up rhythmically, searching for the friction I was denying him.
“Flynn. Fuck. Please!” His eyes were hazy with lust, and his mouth hung slack. He looked so undone I had to climb back onto his lap just so I could kiss him properly, savoring the flavor of him. I rocked my ass back against him again, so close to exactly where I wanted him to be, and he let out a long, low whine.
I wasn’t exactly sure who was being punished in this scenario any longer.
I leaned in and whispered in his ear. “What do you want tonight?”
JT’s warm hands moved around my back and up to grip my shoulders. “You,” he said, voice cracking. “Only you. Always you. I yield to Flynn Honeycutt, king of this lake.”
His words were sharp-tipped arrows piercing deep and leaving rivulets of vulnerability seeping out everywhere. I was bludgeoned by him, and I couldn’t care. Not now, not while I had him in my arms and at my mercy. Instead, I gave myself over to it, let him have my body, broken pieces and all.
“I’m yours,” I said simply. “Take me.”
JT held me tight and stood up, striding two steps to the bed, where he laid me down gently and climbed on top of me. Somehow, he knew I’d changed my mind about topping him. That wasn’t at all what I wanted. I wanted him to own me, inside and out. I wanted him as close as he could get to my heart.
He kissed me first for a long time, his hands roaming all over me with tender exploration and affection. I wrapped my legs around him to hold him there as if terrified he might get up and walk away.
JT’s hands brushed hair off my face and replaced it with soft kisses and murmurs of how sexy I was, how hot I made him, how lucky he was to be with me tonight, and how grateful he was that I’d said yes to going away with him.
He rocked our cocks together agonizingly slowly, just enough to keep me on the edge but nowhere close to tumbling over it. I wanted to beg, but I didn’t dare. I didn’t want to do anything to make our time together pass more quickly.
When JT finally produced lube and a condom and slid inside of me, a wave of overwhelming relief washed over me.
This. This is where I’m meant to be. This is whose body should be rocking into mine. This is the person I want to hold on to, now and forever.
I closed my eyes and let myself have it, let myself feel all of it, deserve all of it.
For tonight at least, Jonathan Wellbridge was mine. And I wasn’t letting him go.
Chapter Thirteen
JT
Firecracker: Missing: one smooth-talking Frog. Last seen in my bed. If found, please return to Honeybridge Tavern. Generous reward offered.