Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 92659 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 463(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92659 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 463(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
I want to marry you.
I won’t say it. I might be all in for this woman, but she’s not quite there yet for me. How can she be? Part of her still belongs to someone else. I’ve laid the groundwork for Orpheus to give those pieces of her back, but who knows if he’ll take me up on it? Who knows if we even need him to anymore?
“Charon?”
There are a thousand ways this could go wrong. I meant what I said before about wanting to romance her soft and slow. But I’m not a fool. I know how to divorce what I think she should have from what she actually wants. “Is that what you want? Right here, right now?”
“And if it is?” There it is again, that brattiness that I want to wrap up and bolster for the rest of my fucking life.
I shift closer, pressing my cock more firmly against her palm. “Prove it.”
“Prove it?” She leans closer until her breath ghosts against the front of my throat. “Like this?” Eurydice hesitates, but I don’t have a chance to tell her to keep going. She undoes the front of my pants with quick fingers and delves her hand inside. “Or like this?”
The shock of skin against skin snaps what’s left of my leash. I wrap my hand around her wrist, pinning her to me. “You know how this works. Give me a safe word, baby.” Technically, this is a conversation we should have had well before it got to the point of her hand in my pants, but I might die if she stops touching me now.
“Lyre.”
I don’t ask why, but part of me can’t help wondering if the word has something to do with Orpheus. I push the thought away. “Good girl. Now, you have a choice.”
“Mmm.” She ignores my hand around her wrist and strokes me slowly, exploring the length of my cock. “What choice?” Her voice has gone low and sweet, but a thread of the earlier sauciness remains.
“You’re going to let go of my cock and walk with me to my car.”
Her grip tightens. “Or?”
“Or I’m going to fuck you right here in public where anyone walking past can see us claiming each other.” My brakes are gone. There are a thousand reasons not to do this right here, right now, but I can’t think of a single one. Not with her little gasp of surprise ghosting against my throat. “Decide, Eurydice.”
She makes me wait, the little brat. She strokes my cock another time, two, and I let her. I might be hanging on by a thread, but I won’t toss her over my shoulder and haul her cute little ass to my car. She has a choice. It’s a narrow choice, but it’s still a choice.
For the second time this week, I have absolutely no idea what she’s going to do.
“Quite the decision.” She inhales deeply and drags her nose over my throat. “It’s cold out here. Take me to your car.” Eurydice kisses my neck. “Anyone walking by can see still us…claiming…each other.” Her hand tightens around my cock. “But at least we’ll be warm.”
My brain barely has time to comprehend her words before my body moves. I dip down and toss her over my shoulder. My car is just around the corner, so I pause to tuck my cock back into my pants before I stalk down the sidewalk to it.
I half expect Eurydice to squirm or holler, but she’s relaxed and loose over my shoulder. I’m nearly to the car when she tugs up the hem of my shirt and plays her fingers across the small of my back. “Hurry up.”
I hurry the fuck up.
No point in bothering with the front seat. We both know where this is going, and it’s not me taking her back to the house. I yank open the back door and spill her down across the seat. She grins at me and grabs the front of my pants. “Hurry up.”
I follow her into the back seat and drag the door closed behind us. The sedan isn’t the largest, and I curse as we try to untangle our limbs. Or I try to untangle and Eurydice works on getting my pants off.
“This isn’t how it’s supposed to be,” I mutter as I jerk her pants over her hips and down her legs. She has to fold her knees nearly to her chest, and I curse again when I reach her boots. I can’t yank them off without hurting her, so I force myself to slow down and untie them. “Supposed to be private. Just us.”
“You’ve thought about it?” She wrestles her arms out of her coat and pulls her shirt over her head.
One boot, two boots, then I’m finally able to free her legs. I end up kneeling on the floorboard between her thighs.