Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 69785 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69785 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
It was at that point that I knew that he was going to leave without fixing this ache.
So, I did what any woman would do.
I started to cry.
Big, wracking sobs that shook my chest.
And he groaned.
That was how I found myself in his lap, my naked bottom half on his large erection resting over his jeans, and his arms wrapped around me.
I started to rock even as I cried, and he groaned again.
He cursed when I said through tears, “You’re going to have to change your jeans. I’m getting them all wet.”
He started to roll me over, but that was when I took full advantage of having a smaller cast, one that only went from my lower knee down.
I scrambled for his jeans, thankful that he hadn’t had a chance to put a belt on or button them yet, and started to unzip him.
He cursed and said, “Swayze!”
But I kept going, knowing that this was my only chance.
Between one breath and the next, I had him out of his jeans and in the palm of my hand. Seconds after that, I had him sheathed in my pussy.
We both froze.
Me because I wasn’t accustomed to his size anymore. Him because I’d just forced him to have sex with me when he didn’t want to.
His hands squeezed my hips, then he cursed and pulled back as if he’d been burned.
I grabbed hold of his face and forced him to look at me.
“I have no more bruises,” I told him. “Nothing hurts anymore. The cast is off my hand. The cast on my leg comes off in two weeks. I’m not broken, Trick.”
Tater, who was now home from the vet, wrapped himself around my leg and glared at his owner right along with me.
Trick’s eyes were practically burning with fire. “No, but I am.”
I felt my heart shrink.
I’d forced him into doing something he didn’t want to do.
I started to pull myself off of him.
Except, before I could get halfway off his shaft, he yanked me back down.
I gasped at the feel of him. At the way he stretched me to almost bursting.
At the way that I felt utterly right in a way that I hadn’t for so freakin’ long.
“Motherfucker,” he growled. Then he kissed me. He kissed me with everything that I’d been wanting. “Goddammit.”
I didn’t know what to say.
Though, even if I did know what to say, I wouldn’t know how to relay how good it felt for him to be where he was.
Everything in my broken universe aligned. Everything wrong was now right. Everything that felt uncertain now felt certain.
And I knew one thing for sure.
I loved the man that was holding me like I was everything to him.
I pulled back and looked into his eyes, my lips wet from the kiss that he’d just placed on them.
And it wasn’t a chaste one by any means. It was the kind that made me weak in the knees and set my heart to racing.
“You better get yourself off quick,” he growled as he looked at me. “Because you’re not the only one that’s been suffering these last few weeks. I’ve been wanting you more than I want to draw my next breath.”
I grabbed his face with each of my hands and then started to really ride him then as I stared straight into his eyes.
It didn’t take long.
I was so far gone already that all it took was him stretching me full to bursting, and I was close.
The moment that it hit me, he cursed.
He felt it along with me. And when he started to jerk against me, his cock twitching with his release inside of me, I knew that he succumbed, too.
When we both came down from our highs, I immediately started to feel guilty again.
“God, I’m sorry,” I breathed. “I’m sorry.”
He squeezed my hips and then pulled me even closer.
I pushed my face into his neck and wrapped my arms around his head, holding him to me tight.
“I love you, Swayze Marrin. I’ve loved you for a long time now. Twelve years. I fell in love with you the moment you walked into that bar,” he informed me.
I closed my eyes as the tears once again surfaced.
“I don’t know why,” I admitted. “I’ve done you more harm than good.”
He squeezed me tight, causing me to squeak in surprise at the fierceness of the hug.
“I’ve loved every second. I would go through every single day of my imprisonment all over again as long as I had you to come out to on the other side,” he told me. “You may have trouble following you, but I’ll always be there as your shield. And I promise to never let anything happen to you again.”
He still blamed himself for me getting hurt.
Both times.
“Neither of those times were your fault,” I affirmed. “And you can’t be with me a hundred percent of the time. Life just doesn’t work that way.”