Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 23897 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23897 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
“Oh god,” she whispers as I squeeze and massage her pussy.
“One day I will taste you like this.” Her eyes fly open, and she stares at me as I dip my hand into the front of her jeans and down into her panties. “One day I will fuck you like this.” Her breath catches as my fingers move between her folds and over her clit. “You’ll be so wet and swollen, and desperate for release.”
She swallows hard as I pet her in quick strokes, and her breathing speeds up. She’s beautiful like this, open for me and needing my touch.
“You think something like this would turn me off?” I shake my head, licking the shell of her ear. “I’m harder knowing your body readies for me, kiska.”
She gasps when I pinch her clit, and then I cover her mouth as she cries out in ecstasy. Her climax is fast and consuming as she goes limp in my arms. I’m not sure her legs are holding her up as I pull her close to me and grind against her ass.
It’s a long moment before she catches her breath and braces herself on the sink. I don’t let her go right away, and she doesn’t pull away from me either. But as I watch her, I can see the moment when she clears her thoughts and comes back to reality.
I slip my hand out of her jeans and stare at her in the mirror as I bring the fingers to my mouth and lick them clean.
“You’re disgusting.” She scowls at me, and I smile.
I walk to the bathroom door and turn around to face her before I leave. “Then why is your cunt begging me to fuck you, kiska?”
* * *
“Why do you call me that?” she huffs, changing the subject.
“Because you are very much a kitten.” I make a show of slowly looking her body up and down and then focus on her eyes. “And I want nothing more than to pet you.”
She crosses her arms over her chest as I wink at her and exit the bathroom. Soon enough she’ll be mine.
Chapter 3
Cookie
“What do you buy a man who has everything?” my sister muses as we walk through the mall. We’ve been here for over an hour, and I’ve already cleared off the last few people on my list.
It’s a fair question. The Ranov men can have anything they want. Frost all but proved that to me a few nights ago. It’s getting harder and harder to stay away from him because my body all but hums for him.
“What about one of those coupon books like we made for Mom and Dad when we were kids except yours would be…” I trail off, but we both know what I’m talking about.
“Pointless. If there’s something in that area he wants, he takes it.” A smirk forms on Pumpkin’s lips as she blushes, and I know she’s thinking about something she and Miller have done. I don't want to know. Miller is becoming like a brother to me. I like him, and he treats my sister like a queen, but I don’t need all the dirty details.
“Am I supposed to get Frost something?” I ask, changing the subject. He is my brother-in-law, and I know he’ll be there.
“I think we all know what he wants.” She wiggles her perfect eyebrows at me, and I smack her arm.
Now it’s my turn to blush because I can’t stop thinking about what happened a few nights ago. I’ve fantasized about being with Frost more times than I want to admit, but now it’s gone to a whole other level.
It’s dangerous that I know what he can do to me with only a few touches. I’ve never orgasmed so hard in my life, and now my body is on edge all the time, wanting it again. It makes me wonder if we could have a small fling. We could establish some rules and boundaries about what we want. My body screams yes, but my brain says no.
“Don’t go there,” I say, leveling her with a stare. “Think how bad it could be.”
“Think of how good it could be.” She lets out a dreamy sigh like she’s closing the last page of a romance novel that gave you everything you wanted in a book.
“It’s not a risk we should take.” I notice my voice is less forceful than normal when discussing this subject. He’s chipping away at me, and damn it, I think it’s working. “What about this?”
I pick up a giant stuffed bear. I think it’s for display, but I really want to change the subject away from Frost. He has everyone on his team because even Mom asked me about him last night. He stopped by to salt the stairs on the porch and asked if they needed anything else because there’s another big snowstorm rolling in. He’s laying it on thick, but that’s not the Frost I’ve heard stories about.