Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33281 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33281 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Her first time won't be a quickie in the passenger seat. She deserves more than that.
"Help me," she pleads quietly. "T-touch me, Atlas."
"You're killing me, baby."
"I'm sorry!"
"Don't be. I fucking love it." I nip her throat and slip my hand between us, using it to grind the head of my cock against her clit. Her nails dig into my shoulder blades, a gasp of ecstasy echoing around the car.
She works her hips for me, helping to grind herself against my cock. Within seconds, I'm on the verge of coming all over her. I grit my teeth, fighting it off for as long as possible as she begins to tremble in my arms.
"That's it, Temptation," I breathe in her ear. "Come all over your man."
Her sweet voice rings out in a sultry aria as she tenses in my arms and then collapses forward, shivering and shaking. Arousal soaks the head of my cock, dripping all the way down my shaft.
I bury my face in her hair, groaning as I follow her over the edge into sweet oblivion. I make a mess of both of us, and I don't even give a shit about it. Because she's whispering my name like a prayer, and I've never felt more like a god than I do in this moment.
"You still with me?" I murmur, brushing her hair back from her face a few minutes later.
"Yes," she whispers.
I smile, an entire fucking section of my heart falling into her hands at the way she says it, all shy and sweet and adorable, like she's not sure how to react now that we're not caught in the moment.
"If this is my reward for getting nailed in the head with a puck, my brain is in serious trouble, Temptation."
"What? Why?"
"Because I'd absolutely take another puck to the head for five more minutes with you in my arms.
"How about we skip the puck next time?" she suggests, a smile in her voice. "You may have a big head, but your brain didn't grow to compensate. You probably shouldn't damage any more of it."
"I'll show you a big head," I growl, nipping her ear.
"I thought you just did," she sasses back.
"He is impressive, isn't he?"
"Meh," she says as if she's completely unimpressed.
I growl and tip her backward against the dash to kiss the fire from her mouth. Her laughter turns to a soft sigh of surrender. We make out until she grabs my hair a little too hard and my head throbs.
"I'm sorry!" She jerks back, holding her hands up like she just got caught with her hand in the cookie jar. "I didn't mean to hurt you."
"It's all good, baby." I rub the back of my head. The knock has gone down, but it still hurts like a motherfucker. "You didn't hurt me. It's just a little tender."
"Do you still have a headache?" Her expression is soft and full of worry.
"Not enough to worry about." I press my lips to her forehead. "Let's get cleaned up and get back on the road. You can play nurse when we get to the hotel."
"Only if you agree to get some sleep." She runs a fingertip beneath my right eye. "You look tired."
"I didn't sleep much. This gorgeous brunette with a smart-ass mouth kept my dick hard all night."
"Huh. Don't know her."
I chuckle, shaking my head as she shoots me a cheeky grin.
I find napkins in the console and use them to clean us up. She squirms on my lap, her face bright red as I wipe between her legs. But I made the mess, it's mine to clean up.
Once she's back in the driver's seat, her belt latched around her, she frowns at the navigation screen. "It wants us to keep going instead of turning around."
"It's probably rerouting us instead of having us backtrack."
"Through the woods?"
"It knows more about the ways to get where we're going than I do, Temptation."
"Should I follow it?" She peers out of the windshield like she's trying to see into the future. "It doesn't look like it added any extra time to the drive."
"Up to you," I say with a shrug. "You said you make the rules, remember?"
She sticks her tongue out at me and then mumbles under her breath. I'm not sure if she's insulting me, technology, or both. I lean back in the seat as she pulls off, following the GPS along the gravel path.
I check my phone and see a message from an unknown number. Judging by the message—a warning to keep my damn hands to myself or lose them—I assume it's Jordan.
I add his number to my contacts before texting him back.
Me: New phone. Who dis?
Cranky Future Brother-in-Law: You know who this is, fucker. Keep your hands off my sister.
Me: It's odd. I feel like someone told me the same thing recently, but I can't remember who.