Total pages in book: 176
Estimated words: 167257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 836(@200wpm)___ 669(@250wpm)___ 558(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 167257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 836(@200wpm)___ 669(@250wpm)___ 558(@300wpm)
And that was when I remembered.
The date with Rowdy, the break-in, and Rowdy driving me to his house. Then the amazing, wild, rough, and wholly unforgettable sex.
I lifted my head and saw that he was still out of it and, somehow, even more handsome while asleep. His long lashes swept his cheeks, and his lips were parted as he lightly snored.
I smiled to myself as I grabbed my phone off the nightstand and laid my head back on his chest. I’d made him get it and my cheesecake from downstairs after he fucked me stupid for a third time—
By the time I was done checking my notifications, I was bored and stuck in a house I didn’t know.
I needed attention.
Rowdy must have been more tired than I thought because he was still sleeping heavily. I pressed my lips to his chest, keeping my focus on his face while I kissed my way down his abs.
“Don’t start no shit that I’ll have to finish, Atlas.” I nearly jumped out of my skin at the sudden sound of his groggy warning. He must not have been sleeping as deeply as I had thought. “If I wake up, you’re sucking my dick.”
I giggled while shaking my head. He could be so damn ignorant. “You’re already awake, silly.”
He popped one eye open and looked at me. “Then why are my balls still full?”
I sat up and wrapped my arms around my stomach. “Because I need romance, and you’re not treating me like you want me to be your girlfriend. You’re talking to me like I’m a ho.”
Rowdy stared at me for a second before sighing and stretching. I cringed when I heard his bones pop, and then he sat up too and pulled me into his lap. “I apologize,” he shocked me by saying. He kissed my forehead and then my lips as his thumb rubbed my naked hip. “Good morning, beautiful.”
I blushed even though I didn’t want to forgive him that easily. “Good morning.”
“If I thought you were a ho, you wouldn’t be here right now. Believe that shit.”
I stared at him. “Because you don’t let girls sleepover?”
“Because I don’t bring them here, period.”
“Oh.” I stared at the comforter as he kissed my neck. He seemed to like doing that, and I had the feeling covering up hickeys would become a part of my morning routine. “Can I ask you something?”
His lips paused on my neck before he sighed and lifted his head. “Don’t think I don’t know your slick ass is stalling on getting this dick, but fine, go ahead.”
“Why did you bring me here?”
I could tell it wasn’t the question he expected when he frowned. “Because you needed somewhere safe to stay, and I had protection to give.”
My nipples tightened, and my belly warmed. I ignored them both. “Are you saying you’d kill for me?”
Rowdy stared at me for a really long time, and I could tell by the way his hold on me tightened that he was questioning if the truth would scare me. “Just give me a name.”
“Just like that?” I eyed him skeptically.
But we both knew he didn’t need to convince me. I already believed him.
Rowdy answered by lifting me and forcing me down on his dick. I gasped and closed my eyes, my fingers digging into his shoulders as a whimper escaped me. I tried controlling the pace and depth, but his hands were unrelenting as they cupped my hips, pressing me down, down, down.
“Wait. Owen, wait,” I pleaded when I was sure I couldn’t take anymore. I could feel him in my stomach, and my sore pussy burned from the tight stretch.
“All the way down,” he ordered, only to force the last inch or so with a mean upward thrust. “You want this dick to be yours, you got to ride it like it’s yours.”
“I am,” I whined.
“No, the fuck you not,” he barked and then slapped my ass hard to get me going.
I rolled my hips despite the pain, and because it was him and I wanted to please him, it didn’t take long before it started to feel good. I was riding him in earnest now, so Rowdy leaned against the pillows with his hands behind his head. At this point, it was me fucking him while he watched me lose my mind on his dick with a cocky grin.
“I thought you didn’t want it,” he teased and then slapped my ass.
“I want it! I want it,” I chanted as I bounced up and down.
Feeling freaky, I leaned back, bracing my hands on the mattress and resting my weight on my palms before throwing my pussy up and down on his pole. I’d never been this bold before, but I’d had plenty of lonely nights in my motel room to think about how I wanted to ride his dick if I ever let myself.