Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 29782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 149(@200wpm)___ 119(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 149(@200wpm)___ 119(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
All the better for the big reveal.
“I don’t know. Maybe you didn’t want to see what was right in front of your face?”
I turned to face him and his eyes got even bigger.
“I was a dumbass.”
“Yes,” I agreed.
“A fool.”
“That too,” I said placidly as he started to take off his clothes.
“But I’m cured now,” he said as his pants came off.
“I can see that,” I said, staring at the enormous tent in his shorts. I licked my lips.
“I worship you,” he said as he crossed the room and pulled me into his arms for an urgent kiss.
“You don’t have to worship me. Just love me,” I replied.
“I can do both.”
“An overachiever,” I breathed as he lifted me up and carried me to the bed.
“Yes,” he murmured as he started kissing his way down my body, touching my over the lace at first, then untying the little lace bows that kept the whole contraption in place. “When did you get this?”
“It’s new.”
“I like it,” he said as he tore it away.
“Liked,” I corrected him as his lips found my center. I sighed and ran my hands through his silky dark hair. “I think you ruined it.”
“I’ll buy the whole damned store. Just tell me where you got it,” he promised, in between long slow strokes of his tongue on my most sensitive place. “But later.”
“Yes, later,” I agreed as he started to fuck me with his tongue, his thumb rubbing my clit, slow and gently at first, and then faster and faster.
It didn’t take long for me to peak. I cried out, my hips rocking frantically as his plundered my pussy with his lips, tongue, and fingers.
He slid all the way inside me as I was still convulsing. He was immobile, leaving me speared on his cock and watching me as my head tossed on the pillow. He knew that holding perfectly still would drag out my orgasm and leave me begging for more.
He was an evil, evil man, I thought as he finally started to move. My fingernails scratched at his shoulders and then lower, grabbing his cute little ass to urge him to go faster, harder. He did.
For a long time, no words were spoken. We moaned, sighed, and grunted as our bodies moved together in perfect union. My hips rose to meet his thrusts in an ever increasing tempo until we finally exploded, together, as one.
Yes, he was an evil man, I thought to myself when I had finally drifted back to earth. But he was also sweet, loyal, and sexier than anyone else on earth. And he was mine.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Jaken
Five weeks. Five weeks of wanting her. Of taking my time. Of not rushing her.
Of falling in love with one beautiful, precious girl. A girl who also happened to be a virgin.
Tonight was the night I would make her mine.
Her busy week from hell was over. We had spent time together, but never alone. I had gotten some kisses, but that was it. Tonight, she was off duty. And I planned to make the most of it.
My house was nothing fancy. It was a rental, just a well-kept hunting cabin owned by one of the Untouchables. But it was clean and ready for her arrival.
And I had the plans drawn up for a much bigger place. A place for all seven of us to live. A place for us to have kids and grow the family even more.
A real home.
Because that’s what she was to me. Colleen was my home. My family. She was more than I’d ever dreamed of.
I needed to make her see that. To agree to my plans. Thankfully, she was a healthy young woman and seemed to respond very positively to my touch.
Tonight, I would use that responsiveness to my advantage when we made love for the first time. I would tell her I loved her and get her to agree to move in with me. Then I would tell her about the money I had saved. The house I was planning to build for us. I already had the land picked out.
I already had a crew of Untouchables ready to build it.
I unlocked the door and let her step in first, holding the door open for her. I’d picked her up and would take her home later tonight. Or very early in the morning.
Her sister was home and would watch the kids. I didn’t need to worry. More importantly, she didn’t need to worry.
Another dinner from Ma’s, but this time, she’d broken out the old-school recipes. I’d helped her plan and cook it. Cass, Michelle, Claire, Parker, and Kelly had helped me spruce the place up with candles and twinkling lights around the porch and front windows. I quickly lit the candles and pulled out a seat, tucking Colleen in securely at the small, round kitchen table.