Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 95273 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95273 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
When she returns to the bedroom, she’s not shy at all about climbing onto the bed and crooks a finger at me.
“I have questions,” she says, making my eyebrows climb in surprise.
“I will answer them if I can.” I join her and pull her against me, covering us up with the blankets, and she sighs as she settles against my chest. God, it feels good to have her wrapped around me. “What do you want to know?”
I kiss her hair as she drags her fingertips up and down my chest.
“You have a lot of scars, Brady.” She leans back so she can look up at me. “Like, a lot.”
“Probably more than the average guy, yeah.” I smile, but she doesn’t lose the concerned look in those beautiful baby blues. “Would you like a rundown on what’s what?”
“Kind of,” she admits. “I mean, I know that bull riding is dangerous, but I’ve never been to an arena. I’ve never been to a rodeo. Hell, I’ve never even ridden a horse. I don’t know what the dangers really are, aside from the worst-case scenario you told me about a few weeks ago.”
She cups my cheek, and I turn my mouth so I can kiss her palm. I don’t ever want her anywhere near an arena.
“This one,” I say softly and guide her fingertips to the long scar over my right pectoral muscle. “It was my second year professionally riding. I fell wrong, tore the skin open.”
She swallows hard, and I kiss her forehead.
“What else?” she whispers after she leans over to press a kiss to the scar, making butterflies come to life in my belly.
“You want the whole list?”
“Yep.” She sits up, drawing the covers up over her breasts. “Give it to me, Cowboy.”
“Oh, I’ll give it to you.”
She laughs and shoves my shoulder. “Focus. This first, then you can give me the good stuff.”
“Ah, incentive. Now we’re talking. Well, the shoulder you just shoved has been dislocated twice.”
She gasps, and I shake my head.
“You’re fine. You don’t have to be gentle with me.”
Abbi leans in and kisses my shoulder. “What else?”
“Too many concussions to count.”
“Don’t you wear a helmet?”
I press my lips together and then shrug. “No. It’s not required. Honestly, studies have shown that with this sport, the helmet doesn’t prevent the concussion. You have to learn not to land on your head when you fall.”
“Can you even control that?”
“Not really.” I grin at her, wondering how much I should really tell her because it might freak her out a bit, and I don’t want to add to her anxiety.
“Don’t get apprehensive on me,” she says, as if she can read my mind. “Tell me.”
“Okay, I’ve had six broken ribs, not all at the same time.”
She bends over and kisses my torso, and my dick has decided to get in on this action.
“Liver laceration.”
“God, Brady,” she whispers and kisses under my breastbone. “I don’t know where your liver is, so this is close enough.”
I grin at her. Jesus, she’s beautiful.
“I’ve broken both hands.” She lifts each one, kissing them. “And I ripped my knee apart a few years ago.”
She shakes her head as she pulls the covers off of me and leans in to press her lips to the knee sporting the scar.
This turn of her body lifts her ass in the air, and I don’t miss the opportunity to cup it, let my fingertips brush over her slit, and she lets out a gasp but doesn’t pull away.
“We’re not done,” she says breathlessly.
“That’s close enough,” I reply and push onto my knees, moving behind her, keeping her ass in the air. “You have the most perfect ass I’ve ever seen, Abs.”
“Right. It’s the size of two asses.”
And with that, I smack one cheek, hard enough to leave a little pink on the skin, and Abbi sits up and stares back at me.
“You did not just hit me.”
“I spanked you.” I pull her face in for a kiss. “Keep talking shit about your amazing body, and I’ll keep spanking you. Ball’s in your court, Blue Eyes.”
Those eyes narrow on me, and then she shrugs and pats me on the cheek.
“As long as it’s just spanking, we’re fine.”
“I will never touch you in anger.”
“Good. Now, where were we?” She leans onto her elbows, that ass in the air. “Ah, yes, right here.”
I lean over for a condom, but I toss it onto the bed and instead spread her lips with my thumbs and bury my face in her.
“Ah, shit,” she moans as I lick and nibble. I sink my tongue inside of her, fucking her, and I can feel her start to quake around me.
But I want to feel her come on my dick, so I roll the condom on and then push inside of her, making us both moan.
“So good.” She swallows hard and glances back at me. “It’s almost too good.”