Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27725 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27725 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
She lifts her naked body up and puts her leg on the other side of me so she’s straddling me. The shyness she had last night is long gone. I like to think that I fucked it out of her, showing her exactly how much I love every curve of her body. Already, my cock is hard and thick between us. She leans forward, her hands on my chest as she lifts up. Her hand fists my cock, and she settles over me. I don’t know where to look, at her heavy breasts swaying near my face, her thick waist and thighs that I’m squeezing with my hands, or down between my thighs where she’s opened herself for me and we connect as one. All of it wells up inside me. I tell myself to take it slowly, but as she lowers herself on me, I lose all sense of reality. I need to release inside her more than I need my next breath.
I lift my hips, meeting her thrust for thrust. She’s moving over me, and her soft whimpers bring my urge to have her to another level. With our bodies connected, I roll her on her back and fuck her like there’s no tomorrow. We come in a shattering release that has her screaming my name and me grunting into her neck. It’s not enough. It will never be enough. The future is unknown, but there’s no way I could give her up. I don’t know how to say that to her, but I’m hoping she can feel it with every kiss, every thrust, and every spurt of my seed inside her.
Spent, I pull out of her and lie down beside her, pulling her into my arms. She grimaces but tries to cover it up. “I hurt you,” I say, and my heart drops.
She shakes her head. “You didn’t. My body... well, it was three times.”
“Fuck!” I get up from the bed and walk to the bathroom. I clean myself up before returning for Jenna. I have the shower going, and I don’t wait for her to get up. I pick her up, and she starts to laugh. “Are we showering?”
“You are.” I put her into the shower and start to take care of her. It’s what I should have been doing anyway instead of taking her three times in the span of ten hours. I wash her hair and her body. I gently rub between her legs, and when I try to pull away, she holds my hand there. “What about you? Do I get to wash you too?”
“No, because it will end with me deep inside you again.”
She looks at me with her big brown eyes almost pleadingly. I’m learning it’s almost impossible to tell her no. I drop my hand and take a step back. “I’m going to let you finish. I’m going to get dressed.”
She doesn’t like it, but she doesn’t try to stop me. I pull on my jeans and T-shirt from the night before and pull out my phone. There are texts and missed calls from Bear and John. I know I need to get back to Tennessee, but I hate the thought of leaving Jenna. This is not going to go well. There are things I have to take care of. I can’t just desert the team; it could be a matter of life and death. And I need to talk to John. He’s probably not going to forgive me for this, but I need to talk to him, and I need to do it face to face.
With my mind made up, I put on my boots, and I’m lacing them up when Jenna comes out into the living room. Her smile drops instantly as she takes in my fully clothed body and the packed bag on the floor next to the front door. I stand up. “I have to go to Tennessee.”
She stumbles and catches herself with a hand on the back of the chair. She looks so cute with her hair up in a towel and her flushed, makeup-free face. “Okaaay.”
I search her guarded face and wait for her to ask me to stay or something. But she doesn’t. She crosses her arms over her chest and just nods.
“I need to go to Tennessee and talk to John. I may have a mission in a few days.”
She takes a deep breath and nods again. “Okay.”
I walk toward her. Leaving here is going to be the hardest thing I’ve ever done, but I don’t have a choice. It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell her I love her, but I don’t. I can’t tell her that and then bring myself to walk out the door.
“Take care of yourself while I’m gone.” I pull her toward me for what is supposed to be a hug, but I can’t let her go. I hold her so tightly I know I’m hurting her, but she doesn’t complain.