Total pages in book: 144
Estimated words: 147415 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 737(@200wpm)___ 590(@250wpm)___ 491(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 147415 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 737(@200wpm)___ 590(@250wpm)___ 491(@300wpm)
Shit.
I’m so achingly close it’s embarrassing.
Will I ever live down coming for him in under three minutes?
I wish I could still care.
But I don’t as his mouth finds my nipple and sucks so hard I gasp, as his thumb presses down, as he takes me apart with pure sensation.
Not as the most powerful orgasm ever made rips me to pieces and scatters me to the wind.
I throw my head back and see white.
He drags his cock from my hands and there’s a vague sound of a package tearing. I’m too far gone to notice the condom.
When he kisses me again—another wild, searing, own-your-soul kiss that makes my knees weak—and slides inside me, I have to bite back a moan.
He fills me to the brim and stops, rasping as he pushes his forehead to mine.
So tight it might hurt if he hadn’t put me through the perfect warm-up.
When he moves again, the ache dissolves into this pleasurable stretching sensation.
“Destiny, goddamn. Tell me it isn’t too much.”
“Shepherd, please. Fuck me,” I moan against his mouth.
His thrusts resume, this time like crashing waves, gaining tempo with every vicious stroke.
Eventually, I regain my senses, just enough to move my hips to match his movements.
The otters aren’t the only wild animals here now.
Not when we’re mating like desperate beasts in rut, grasping and thrusting and losing our minds in total delirium.
I nip his neck, leaving marks, clawing at his back, urging him on with every movement of my hips.
All the wildness I’d seen in him on the water pours into me now—and I want to share his pain, his fury, his need to disperse this wild energy.
All his beautiful brutality and arrogance.
All the fierce energy of a man with secret, deep passions I’m dying to know.
And I am feeling every bit of that passion as his cock marks me from the inside out.
Every. Single. Stroke.
The man against the world becomes the man who finally breaks.
But instead of fighting to subdue me, to master me, to shatter me with pleasure, he gives me something far more precious.
He gives up his iron control and comes apart in an avalanche of thrusts and guttural curses.
For a second, he gives me the sweetest glance as his face screws up and he can’t hold back another second.
My legs lock around him so tight as my pussy molds to his flesh.
And I let him give.
I let Shepherd Foster empty his soul into depths no man has ever reached, figuratively and literally.
And when we finish, crashing down together in the grass and clinging with shaking muscles, it’s like the world itself celebrates our beautiful chaos with a bright new burst of color and noise.
11
A Little Intoxicated (Shepherd)
There’s a twig poking me in the spine, and I’m pretty sure I’ve got grass blades in my mouth.
Grass and mud and God only knows what else.
Right now, I think I know how Adam felt after one bite from a divine apple turned his whole world to shit.
If Hannah Cho finds out what I did, she’s going to peel my eyeballs like grapes.
That is, if I don’t off myself first for being so tragically stupid.
I’m naked on my back with itchy leaves under me. Destiny curls up against my side like she belongs there.
I’ve got no fucking clue where my clothes are. I ripped them off and flung them to the hinterlands in my animal state.
I should move. Find them.
End whatever the hell this spell is before it makes escape impossible.
But I’m still catching my breath one rough, conflicted lungful at a time, and there are glimpses of a forgiving blue sky just past the trees overhead.
The birds call out like they’re endorsing a sin this big.
Hell, we even saw the otters.
That’s what made this happen, I think.
My self-control was firmly screwed in place and I was ignoring everything she did to me until those damned teddy bear snakes showed up.
Until she lit up like a hot July night bursting with city lights.
Then she was bristling with so much infectious happiness and gratitude, a lightning bolt couldn’t have kept me off her.
In the heat of the moment, it was mind-blowing.
Earthquake sex.
The kind men won’t brag about in dingy bars because you’ll never admit you were ever that damned lucky.
Regrettably, the best of my life, and so rampant it didn’t matter if it was outdoors on the grass and leaves and dirt. It could’ve been on arctic snow and dagger rocks and it still would’ve been too exquisite for life.
It was also psychotically unethical.
I’m sure I just broke rules of engagement in ways I don’t want to contemplate.
Fuck, even if she’s a tall drink of trouble and an intern, she’s practically half my age and technically no different from fucking an employee.
Possibly worse.
It’s easy to forget she’s so young sometimes when her passion for animals comes out and she cares enough to do her homework. Her ideas are sincerely good, better than the bland boilerplate shit I get out of my PR specialists and Corporate Giving people now.