Total pages in book: 155
Estimated words: 152045 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 760(@200wpm)___ 608(@250wpm)___ 507(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 152045 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 760(@200wpm)___ 608(@250wpm)___ 507(@300wpm)
I thrust—once, then twice—burying myself inside of her as I cover her mouth with mine.
Her head turned over her shoulder, she returns the kiss as I slide my tongue in slow, soft, and touching the sharp metal of the key.
Lips on her, I meet her eyes as I take it from her mouth and see her smile.
“I love you, Hunter,” she says.
Dylan
Silly boy.
If he’d acted like a romantic and kissed me deeply like he should’ve done first thing, he would’ve found the key immediately. But my man went straight under the skirt and couldn’t help himself after that.
Not that I’m complaining.
“I love you so much,” I tell him again.
He covers my mouth, kissing me rough and deep and moaning as he does.
“Fuck me hard,” I whimper.
He presses me into the cage, and I arch my back as he fucks me, his fingers clenching the cage and his thumbs wrapped around my forearms, holding me.
His hands roam everywhere—up my neck, down my back, squeezing my breasts and then my ass. His grip lands in my hair, his cock hits deep inside, and I inhale sharp, quick breaths, holding each one for a few seconds.
“Right there,” I moan over and over again. “Just like that.”
He slides in and out of me, the cage rocking and clanging with the force, and I lean my head back, begging, “Rub me.”
He slips a hand between my thighs, sliding his fingers in circles over my clit.
“Like that?” he asks in my ear.
I nod, my throat parched. I kiss his mouth again and again, my moans getting louder, and I really don’t care who hears.
My pussy contracts, tightening on his cock, and he growls under his breath. “Baby…”
“You feel me coming?”
“Yeah.”
My orgasm climbs higher until…I freeze, feeling it gather between my legs and low in my belly, raining down, unable to stop.
“Oh, Hunter!” I cry, hanging on as he thrusts faster and harder.
“Fuck,” he groans, squeezing my breasts.
The orgasm fills my whole body with tingles, and my knees almost give out as I hang by the handcuffs.
He brushes his thumbs over my nipples. “I need these in my mouth.”
I can barely open my eyes as I feel him unlock me from the cuffs, spin me around, and lift me up, guiding my legs around his body.
He sits on the weight bench, and I straddle him, taking his dick in my hand and fitting it back inside of me.
I ride him, rolling my hips in and out in long smooth waves. Arching my back, feeling my hair graze my ass as he sucks on my breasts.
“Say it again,” he whispers.
“I love you.”
“Again.”
I smile. “I love you, Hunter. I love you. I love you…”
He growls, pulling my head back up and snatching up my mouth.
I look over, seeing us fuck in the mirror on the wall. He follows my gaze, watching me ride him.
That’s us. It was always going to be us.
“And I want to sleep in your bed tonight,” I say.
He tips his head back. “Yeah…”
Sounds leave his throat, building and growing deeper and harder, and I move my body, letting him look and touch and have anything he wants.
His breathing stutters, every one of his muscles under my hands tightens, and he jerks again and again.
And again, finally letting out a long, single groan.
I lay my head on his chest, hearing his rapid heartbeat against my ear. “I love watching you come.”
“And I love you,” he says back.
I hold him, it hurting to think about being traded back tomorrow. I don’t know if he’s coming home yet, but it feels like we’ll be a thousand miles away from each other. I’ve loved having him next door with no rules interfering.
And eventually, we’ll be even farther away from each other.
“What?” he asks.
I look at us in the mirror, seeing him staring back at me in the reflection.
“Just already dreading next year,” I tell him. “College.”
“Oh, yeah. That.” He runs his hand through his hair. “Kade made a mess with my University of Chicago application, so I need to sort that out.”
I hold him tighter.
“I’m in love with you,” he says, kissing my hair. “And I’m proud of you. You were beautiful on that track. Right where you belong.”
I smile to myself. No matter what happens, it will be hard to be separated by even ten miles, but I’m going places, too, and that’s a perk to be going home, I guess.
In any case, he’s in love with me, and we have winter nights, spring rains, and summer heat to look forward to before next fall.
I try to swallow through the dryness in my mouth as pain hits my stomach. “Oh, God, I’m starving.”
I haven’t eaten anything since the dads’ breakfast this morning.
“Breaker’s?” he suggests.
I nod, and he comes up, wrapping his arms around me as we kiss.
I look over to a shelf, his lips still on mine. “Oh, yay. Towels,” I chirp.