Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 69063 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69063 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Just enough that I was teasing the both of us.
“God,” I breathed, my eyes staying locked with his. “You feel so good inside of me, Haze.”
“You didn’t put on a condom,” he croaked.
Not that either one of us was complaining, but he was right.
I probably should have.
But…
“My period’s set to start any second,” I murmured. “It’s too late to get pregnant.”
“Fuck,” he growled.
I felt that growl against my hand that was still on his throat.
My fingers clenched, and his hips jerked underneath me.
“Do you like to be choked, Haze?” I teased.
He chuckled.
Again, it rumbled against my hand.
“It’s cute that you think you can choke me with that puny hand, but I jerked in reaction because of your fingernails digging into my skin,” he explained. “I’d really, really like it if you started to move now, though. I’m not into torture.”
I started to move faster now, fucking him harder.
His eyes closed, his hands at my hips tightened slightly, but he didn’t outwardly urge me on in any way.
I bent down and bit his nipple with my teeth, teasing the nub with my tongue.
His hands left my hips, encircled my waist, and then he took over.
He rolled me until I was on my back—luckily with my back against the shower mat—and started to fuck me hard.
He pulled out until his tip kissed my entrance and slammed back inside.
His eyes were on us, watching as he slipped in and out of me.
Over and over until I was a panting, writhing mess beneath him.
His eyes finally lifted from where we were connected to meet mine, and he said, “I’m gonna come so deep inside of you that you’ll be tasting me.”
My nipples pebbled, and I lifted my hips. “Me first.”
He flashed me a grin so sexy that it sent my entire heart straight out of the atmosphere.
I’d remember that look for the rest of my life.
I came with our eyes connected.
With that freakin’ smirk still on his lips.
My eyes held his as the orgasm of all orgasms took me over.
I exploded.
Sparks flew.
Angels sang.
Babies were possibly made.
Yeah, I’ve tried shutting up. It’s not for me.
—Nastya to Haze
HAZE
“I’ll see you two in a little bit,” I said as I kissed both of their heads as I walked past.
They were sitting at the kitchen island where they were both eating waffles from the freezer.
Nastya had so much syrup on hers that she might as well not have had waffles at all.
And then there was Desi, the complete opposite, eating the waffles from her hand, two at a time, dry as bone.
I didn’t think it was possible to be so similar and so different at the same time, but there they were, shocking me.
“Where are you going?” Nastya questioned, looking confused.
“I was called into the station to discuss my new ‘job,’” he grumbled. “I told you while you were on the phone with the dealership owner.”
Speaking of the owner, he was so damn thankful that she’d helped him get rid of his employee that he’d given her every single discount and rebate he could make.
We hadn’t walked out with a car that day, but it was being delivered this afternoon.
Nastya had gotten a steal on a fuckin’ Tremor Package Explorer, and she’d only had to pay fifteen grand for it.
It really was a steal, and it was a very nice car.
It also went over a hundred and fifty, had a racing package, and likely would get her into trouble.
It was a good thing to have my job back, because I felt like I might need it to be able to get her out of jail.
“Sorry.” She looked at me sheepishly. “That was a special circumstance.”
I laughed.
She’d been really excited about her car to the point where she wasn’t really listening to anything I said.
I didn’t blame her.
Getting a new car was pretty cool.
“Do you want a ride to your mom’s, or are you driving yourself?” I asked my girl.
“Driving myself, duh.” She rolled her eyes.
With the threat of the senator now gone, and the assurance that the creep motherfucker wasn’t going to be there—which I would be checking on my way to work—Desi got to drive herself again.
Which she was very excited about.
Having your car taken away when you were sixteen was ‘life altering’ according to her.
I took a long look at my daughter, then turned to look back at Nastya.
“Y’all are wearing the same clothes,” I said.
“We’re trying them out. They’re actually from two different companies. Mine is name brand, and hers are knock-offs,” Desi said. “Can you tell?”
“No.” I looked at the black leggings, black long-sleeved shirt, and white puffer vest. “They look exactly alike. And feel the same, too.”
I said this as I ran my hand over the sleeve of both shirts.
“Pretty sure that this company just buys from a wholesaler, slaps a tag on it, and then sells it for three times as much,” Nastya explained. “I’m going to go see my brother since you’re leaving. He’s heading out tomorrow back to wherever he’s going.”