Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 111359 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 557(@200wpm)___ 445(@250wpm)___ 371(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111359 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 557(@200wpm)___ 445(@250wpm)___ 371(@300wpm)
Then he massaged her bottom lightly.
He carried this on for several more spanks until her cries grew stronger. Then he quickly turned off the wand and grabbed the plug, covering it with lube.
He also coated two of his fingers before parting her bottom cheeks.
“Where are you, baby?”
“Green, Raid.”
Good. There was no stress in her voice. He slid a finger over her back hole and she shivered in pleasure.
Then he pressed his finger inside her. A low moan of pleasure escaped from her as he pushed it in and out of her ass.
Then he added a second finger.
“Oh. Ohhh. Please,” she begged.
“Good girl. That’s it. Let me hear all those noises.” He pumped his fingers into her while he used his other hand to play with her clit. When he thought she was ready, he drew them back and grabbed the plug.
“Get ready, darlin’. Breathe in. Now out. Perfect.” He slid the plug inside her.
“Please, please, Raid.”
“What do you need, precious girl?” he asked
“I need you. Please.”
“Do you want me to fuck you? Here?” He was down for that if she was.
“Yes. Oh yes, please!”
Christ. He undid his pants, pulling them and his boxers down enough to free his dick. And then he was sliding inside her.
God. Had anything ever felt as right as her?
He didn’t think so. Raid pulled out and thrust forward, taking them both higher and higher. He didn’t care that people might be watching. All he cared about was her.
“Where are you at, darlin’?”
“Green. Raid, please!”
“Hush, I’m going to give you what you need. Baby, I want you to come with me.” His finger went to her clit. “Come with me now.”
He heard her cry out before he felt her pulsing around his dick. And it soon had him flying over the edge as he slumped over her.
Fuck. Him.
Magical.
“So perfect for me,” he murmured to her as he slid out and did up his pants. Then he drew the plug from her bottom. Someone appeared with a washcloth. He didn’t even see who to thank them. He was too busy cleaning up his girl, then wiping his hands before he picked her up in his arms.
She stared up at him with a soft smile, her eyes dazed. Looking so damn beautiful.
And his. All his.
43
Hannah was still riding those happy endorphins as they stepped out of the club and walked toward Raid’s truck.
Wow. That had gone so much better than she’d expected. She wasn’t even sure why she’d been so worried.
Raid made everything better. And he was always there for her.
No matter what.
Suddenly, he came to a stop and then shoved her behind him.
“Raid? What are you doing?”
“Uh-uh, don’t try to protect her now. All that’s going to get you is dead.” A crazy laugh filled the night.
What. The. Hell.
Dead? What was happening?
“Hannah, Hannah, Hannah, I just knew it would be you to talk to the cops. You were just too dumb to heed a warning, weren’t you? And now you and your cowboy boyfriend are gonna have to pay.”
Wait. Shit. Hannah sucked in a breath. That voice. She knew that voice.
It was him.
Steven.
But it couldn’t be. He was in prison. She stepped around to Raid’s side. “Steven?”
“Stay back, Hannah,” Raid ordered, pushing her behind him again.
She peered around him, studying Steven under the security lights in the parking lot.
Oh God! He had a gun! Why did he have a gun? Nausea bubbled in her stomach as she realized that the gun was aimed right at Raid.
“Raid,” she said with a whimper.
Her entire body started to shake. She wasn’t made for this sort of excitement.
“It’s going to be okay, baby.”
“Oh, it’s really not,” Steven said with another creepy laugh.
“Steven, what are you doing? How did you get out of jail?” she asked.
“Fuck. Clue in, Hannah. You are such a moron. A sweet piece, I’ll admit. I wished he’d given me more of a go with you, but he’s always so cautious. Unless he needs me, of course.”
She stared at the man standing a few feet in front of them, holding a gun that was pointed at Raid.
This couldn’t be happening.
It was Steven. And yet . . . what was he talking about?
“Who are you?” Raid asked.
What did he mean? This was Steven.
Not-Steven grinned. “I’m Ellis. Ellis Watson.”
Wait. Who? How did he look just like Steven? Shit. She really didn’t think it was a good thing that he was telling them his name.
Clue in, Hannah! He has a gun! He likely intends to use it.
“I don’t understand,” she said. “You look just like Steven.”
She was so confused.
And scared.
This asshole had a gun on Raid. He could shoot him. She had to protect him, but how?
Ellis rolled his eyes. “You really aren’t that smart, are you?”
Wow. What a jerk.
“Identical twins?” Raid guessed.
What? Holy hell. How had she not guessed that?
“Your guy is smarter than you,” Ellis said. “Although not so smart that he didn’t realize you were still in danger.”