Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 97836 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 489(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97836 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 489(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
“Let me inside you,” he breathed. “Please.”
Despite my raging erection, despite my desperate desire to be as close to him as possible, I pulled away from him. “You’re injured. You need rest.”
“Can’t rest. Want you. Please let me have you, have this. Please.”
His blue eyes caught the moonlight coming in through the window. There was nothing false or unsure in them, only genuine, vulnerable want.
My control was slipping. He was impossible to say no to. “You’re on pain meds.”
“That was hours ago. I know what I’m asking for, Silas.”
He was right. The meds had been taken at least six hours ago. My control disintegrated when he reached down and palmed my cock.
“Fuck,” I groaned.
Way moved closer and kissed my chest, and the tip of his tongue brushed against my skin before he moved his mouth down to wrap his tongue around my nipple. I sucked in a breath.
His hands skimmed across my skin, and I didn’t see any evidence of his pain. Would it be possible for him to fuck me without hurting himself…
“Jesus fuck,” I said on a gasp as he moved his hands down to my balls. I couldn’t continue looking out for him if this was the way he was going to make his case. It was too good. Too hot and tempting.
“Yes,” I breathed. “Don’t want to hurt you.”
“Mmm,” he said between teasing pulls on my nipple. “Little pain’s okay, husband.”
The word reached into my gut and tightened everything. My dick jerked under his hand, and my balls drew up. I bit out a curse before turning to find the lube on his bedside shelf. I wondered idly if his sisters had seen it, had guessed at the hours of play we’d already shared, jacking and fingering each other.
“Let me,” he said, reaching to take the bottle from my hands. Two nights earlier, he’d spent twenty minutes searching for just the right spot inside me, and as soon as I’d let out a long, drawn-out groan acknowledging the hit, he’d beamed like he’d earned a damned rodeo buckle.
It seemed he wanted to be a hero again, and I was definitely not going to keep him from glory.
As his hand moved down between my legs, his mouth returned to my chest and abs, dropping wet kisses as he moved down. “Open your legs.” As his slick finger traced a circle around the sensitive skin of my hole, I tried to relax. It was nearly impossible since my heart was racing and my brain was spinning. His finger pressed inside and began moving in and out, seeking and stretching.
“Way.” I ran my fingers into his messy hair, clenching them into a fist to hold on to him without tugging or pulling. He continued to tease me with his mouth and fingers until I could barely keep it together. “Gonna come like this.”
“No you’re not. You’re going to come on my cock. You’re going to come with me inside you.”
I tilted my head back, closed my eyes, and gritted my teeth. “Do it, then. I need you. Fucking fuck, Waylon. Please.”
He moved between my legs, the skin of his hips warm against the inside of my thighs. “Knees up, sweetheart. That’s it. So good.”
Way’s words were spoken softly under his breath, as if he didn’t even realize he was saying them out loud. A green sliver of jealousy washed over me as I wondered if this was how he’d spoken to Eden when he’d fucked her, too.
“Look at me, husband,” he growled.
My eyes snapped to his instinctively.
“Silas Concannon.” His hand moved up to rest on the center of my chest. His eyes bored into me. “I have fucked exactly four people in my life, and you are one of them. I do not share, and I do not cheat. I expect the same from you as long as we remain married. Do you understand?”
I was shocked by his authoritative tone, by his confidence in staking a claim we’d been avoiding like the plague since the day we’d met.
Did I agree? Was I willing to promise him fidelity until our divorce was final, even if that meant several months apart once I’d moved back home?
“Say it,” he grumbled, moving his face closer to mine. The tip of his hard cock moved against my slick hole but didn’t press inside.
I let out a cross between a desperate groan and an embarrassing whimper. I couldn’t remember ever feeling this way, at someone else’s mercy.
“Waylon…”
He stared at me for another beat before something changed in his expression. The light in his eyes dimmed right in front of me, and he pulled his hand off my chest. “It’s okay, Silas,” he said softly, “if you don’t want to. I’m sorry I—”
I grabbed his wrist and yanked him down, crashing my lips into his, forgetting for a moment he was hurt. He made a muted yelp that quickly turned into a moan as I grabbed his ass and pulled him into me until his dick slid into the crease of my thigh.