Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 66672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
I could feel her nipples digging into my chest, and just the knowledge of what I did to them when she came was enough to have me speeding up my thrusts.
For the next few minutes, I thrust into her evenly, pulling her back to the brink with the control that I most certainly didn’t feel.
By the time that she was tightening again and falling over the edge, I couldn’t help but follow with her.
I spiraled out of control along with her, crying out into her shoulder as I came into the condom.
Grunts left my lips as I buried my face against the skin of her throat.
And when I was finally spent, and she was panting and barely hanging on, I pulled back and took her to the bed.
Letting her fall, I gently eased out of her and looked down at my cock.
The condom was filled with my seed, and I wished that instead of filling up the stupid latex, I’d been filling her instead.
She leaned forward and slowly started to take the condom off.
I watched in avid fascination as she did.
When she had it off completely, she held the end between two fingers, and then leaned forward and pressed a kiss to my shaft, looking me in the eyes the entire time she did.
“Wow,” I growled. “You know how to make me want to take you all over again.”
She laughed against my cock, and didn’t stop until I was rock hard and ready for her.
“One more time?” she teased.
In answer, I reached for another foil packet.
CHAPTER 12
The short answer is no. The long answer is fuck no.
-Iris to Bram
IRIS
I woke to a really suffocating heat at my back, and my body so twisted in blankets that it was hard to move, let alone breathe.
I moaned, twisting and turning until the weight at my back moved away, giving me the feeling of not being squished, and the ends of my blanket to come free.
I unrolled from my blanket like a taco, then sat up in the bed, feeling the sweat-slicked hair at my nape slide down the length of my overheated back.
I pushed the mess of hair out of my face and then turned to look at the man who’d been slowly roasting me alive.
He was on his belly in the bed, his face turned to face the other side.
His big body, uncovered by the blanket, was taking up three-quarters of the bed.
I smiled and stretched my arms up high over my head, feeling the muscles, sore from disuse, protest the movement.
I couldn’t stop the groan of deliciousness that rolled through me at the movement.
Needing to pee in the worst way, I got up and took care of business, then swiped my fingers through my hair, brushed my teeth, and contemplated what to do.
It was six in the morning. I was, and always would be, an early riser.
But there was no reason to make the man in bed be an early riser with me.
But there was one thing I could do…
After finalizing the decision in my head, I made my way out to the living room, tiptoeing so I didn’t wake Lindy, then froze and listened to the quiet house.
Nothing stirred, and I continued on into the kitchen, surprised when I found Bram leaning up against the kitchen counter, a bottle of water in his hand. His backside was leaning against the granite countertop while his feet extended out in front of him crossed at the ankles.
“Hey,” I said, walking inside farther. “You okay?”
He didn’t look okay.
He looked… horrible. Ragged. Broken.
He looked up with bloodshot eyes and shrugged. “Been better.”
I imagined he had.
“Is that because of the hangover?” I teased.
He looked up then, and I saw the look of desolation in his eyes.
“I wish it was because of a hangover.” He rubbed his chest over where his aching heart would be. “But it’s not.”
I frowned. “Can I help?”
He laughed bitterly. “No, doll. I don’t think that you can. But thank you for the offer.”
I walked over and started to make coffee beside him, trying to be super careful and quiet because of the she-dragon asleep.
Once the coffee was on and brewing, I leaned against the counter and said, “I’ve had my share of bad boyfriends.”
Bram didn’t say anything to that.
“I also think that there are people in this world meant for others—soul mates, if you will—and what I saw last night between you and Mimi? That was powerful stuff.” I paused. “Even drunk off your ass and ignoring the hell out of her, you were drawn to her. Just as she was you.” I paused. “And I watched your wife walk away because she saw the same.”
Bram sighed. “There’s a long story there.”
I waited, and eventually he started talking.
“When I was fourteen years old, I met Mimi,” he mumbled. “I was eighteen, I knew without a shadow of a doubt that she was going to be the one I married.” He hesitated. “What do you know about the Battle Crows MC?”