Total pages in book: 12
Estimated words: 10487 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 52(@200wpm)___ 42(@250wpm)___ 35(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 10487 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 52(@200wpm)___ 42(@250wpm)___ 35(@300wpm)
“Also found this little thing,” Mason said, reaching into his hoodie to pull—
Oh, my God, a kitten!
I screeched and then fell into a coughing fit as I abruptly sat up, reaching for the adorable, gray furball nestled in his arms. Chuckling, Mason stepped forward and handed it to me. It gave a little meow before snuggling into my chest, purring louder than I thought was possible for its small body. I giggled, then sniffled as I ran my hand delicately over his soft fur.
“It was out in the parking lot crying for help,” Mason said to Joke, exasperation lacing his tone. Joke just stared him down in annoyance. “I couldn’t just leave the damn thing.”
“And what do you suggest we do with it when we leave here?” Joke asked as he took a bottle of water and began to pour some into one of the ramen noodle cups.
“I’ll keep it,” I blurted. The kitten nudged its head beneath my chin, and I laughed a little. “Yes, I’m going to keep you,” I murmured. Lifting it up, I smiled. “Oh, you’re a girl kitty. Look how precious you are.”
Mason shook his head at me, but a soft smile was tilting his lips that made a blush spread from my cheeks all the way down to my chest.
“Don’t know where the little thing is going to piss or shit at, but I guess she can stay,” Joke sighed as he started the microwave to cook the noodles.
I beamed at him. “Really?”
He nodded, a small smile tilting his lips as he sighed through his nose. “Yeah, princess, really.”
4
Mason
It didn’t take long for Macie to pass out after eating. Between a full belly and the cold medicine I’d given her, she was out like a light with the kitten she’d taken to calling Parka curled up beneath the blankets with her against her chest.
I had to admit, seeing her with that little kitten did something to my insides. Something I hadn’t felt since I’d laid eyes on Joke.
I grunted when Joke suddenly pressed in behind me in the bathroom, his hands already going for my jeans. “I see the way you look at her,” he rumbled in my ear before he nipped at my sensitive earlobe. I swallowed a moan, remembering we’d woken Macie up last time while fucking in the shower. She needed her rest. But fuck, I couldn’t deny Joke when he was touching me like this and pressing me against the counter either.
I could never say no to him. Never even wanted to.
There wasn’t a moment since I’d met Joke that I didn’t fucking need him like a drug.
“And what way is that?” I grunted when my cock sprang free and he circled his fist around it, swiping his thumb over my tip, which was already leaking for him. I used to be embarrassed about how hard I always was for him, but Joke fucking loved it.
Couldn’t get enough of it, really.
“Like you want to keep her.” He wasn’t wrong. I did want to keep her, even though I knew that wasn’t realistic.
Joke sucked at my earlobe, and I shivered. “Tell me you want me inside you again,” he growled in my ear while his hand squeezed around my base. I damn near choked on my tongue, my eyes practically rolling back in my head. “Go on, baby. Tell me.”
“I do.” I sucked in a deep breath, willing my brain to stay online long enough to get him inside of me again. “I want you inside me.”
Joke nipped at the sensitive skin right behind my ear before he shoved my jeans down to midthigh and yanked my hips back, forcing me to bend over the bathroom counter. I gripped the edges, my knuckles turning white as Joke pressed two fingers into my hole, moaning low in his throat at the squelching noise my ass made around his fingers.
“God, you’re still sloppy from earlier,” he groaned. “Think you can take my cock just like this? Want to hurt for me just a little?”
“Always,” I panted, pressing back on his fingers to force him a little deeper inside of me. I groaned when his fingers brushed over my prostate, and more precum dripped from my tip, slowly falling to the tiled floor beneath our feet.
I heard his zipper slide down on his jeans, and then, the tip of his cock was pressing against my hole. Gritting my teeth, I bore down, accepting his thick length into my body. When his cock brushed over my prostate, I choked on my breath, grunting when he shoved the rest of the way in, his hips smacking against my ass.
“Fuck, you’re always so tight,” he groaned, easing out of me to punch back in. “You take my dick so well, baby. So fucking good. Every goddamn time.”
I couldn’t manage words. Each hard thrust drove me onto my toes and punched the air from my lungs. All I could manage were grunts and broken moans as Joke used me. When his long fingers wrapped around my aching shaft, my eyes rolled back in my head, and I fucking whimpered. I was so close. Just right there. All I needed was a few strokes, and I’d be falling over the edge and coming on his cock.