Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 58727 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58727 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
“More?” I nuzzle the soft underside of her breast.
“In me. Now,” she growls.
A smile spreads across my face as I leave her to grab my jeans and pull out a condom. I don’t waste a second, not wanting her to think about a thing.
I want to go bareback with her so fucking bad, but after the Rhonda incident, we haven’t had a chance to talk about protection. I want her to know that I’ll keep her safe, even in this.
When it’s time for us to talk about it, we will, but with clear heads. And probably clothes on.
For now, this time, I’ll do the thinking about this for both of us.
The package is torn open and the latex rolled down my length in seconds.
I settle between her parted thighs.
“Sadie, eyes on me.”
Her lashes flutter open and her dark eyes meet mine.
“There’s my girl.”
Only then do I push into her in one smooth, long stroke.
Fuck, she’s perfect.
“Made for me,” I tell her. Whispering that and all kinds of things about how perfect she is, how she’s mine. How I’m hers. Everything and nothing as we get lost in each other. Only when she’s come again all over my dick do I finally allow myself to release.
She’s asleep before I take care of the condom. I gather the blankets and cover us so she stays warm. She’s safe in my arms.
Nothing will happen tonight. Tomorrow is soon enough for life to creep back in.
Tomorrow. When we meet her father.
18
SADIE
* * *
The sun’s rays stream through my window, and I open my eyes.
For a moment, my mind is clear, my body satiated, and next to me is the man of my dreams.
I smile.
Then the previous evening careens back into my mind.
The body.
My brother’s body.
Peterson.
My father.
I have to talk to my father. My mother too, of course. Then I have to wonder if the coroner or Peterson had someone sent to tell them of the news. They’re the next of kin. Not me. The only reason I know is because I’m involved in the case.
Shit. Joey was estranged from Mom as well, so…I want to get to my dad first. Get answers. We all deserve them.
The drive to Billings will take us an hour.
Us. We. I’m assuming Miles will come with me.
I need him to come with me. I haven’t seen or talked to my dad since I checked in with him about Joey when he first disappeared. Then nothing. No news from either of them. Years.
He might be the guy who made me, but he’s nothing but a sperm donor for his lack of involvement in my life.
Miles is lying on his back, the sheet tented with his morning wood.
My smile returns. Maybe I can escape this day for just a few more moments by giving him the blowjob of a lifetime.
It’s funny. I love men, but giving head has never been my favorite thing to do. So why do I want Miles’s dick in my mouth so fucking bad?
I rise from the bed quietly, take a quick trip to the bathroom, and then pad to the kitchen to start a pot of coffee. Then I creep back into bed with Miles–who hasn’t even stirred–and remove the covers from him.
God, he’s a fucking work of art. His cock is smooth and gorgeous with one purple vein marbling through it. He’s hard and ready, and I could easily sink down on him. I’m ready, just thinking about it. But I don’t have any condoms in the apartment. I could rummage in his jeans to see if he has another. I’m on the pill and clean as a whistle, but we haven’t talked about going bare and I don’t want to take his choice about that from him.
So a blowjob it will be.
I lean down, flick the tip of my tongue over the head of his cock.
His eyes flutter open. “This is one hell of a way to wake up.”
“Shh,” I say, licking the crown like a lollipop. “Let me take care of you.”
“You’re the one who needs taking care of.”
He begins to sit up, but I push at his chest and force him back down. He huffs out a laugh because I know he’s allowing me to manhandle him. If he wants to do something, I physically can’t stop him.
“Please,” I whisper, gripping the base and stroking him from root to tip. “I need this. I want to do this for you.”
He hisses and his hips involuntarily buck. “You sure?”
I nod and watch as a drop of liquid seeps from the slit. “God, I’m so sure.”
He smiles, closes his eyes.
And I flick my tongue over his cock head once more, getting that salty essence.
He groans in a subtle vibration that I feel more than hear.
I suck at his broad head, and then I lick long strokes over his shaft before I take him completely—well, as much as I can—into my mouth.