Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 92190 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92190 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
I nod quietly, and his expression relaxes as he presses his lips to mine. I never thought I’d feel such a wave of relief asking someone to kill for me. Maybe I really am, as Dutton calls me—a little monster. But I’m willing to do whatever I must to protect my son. To protect my family.
CHAPTER 45
Posie
Bentley isn’t used to another person staying in the house besides Amy. So when he finds out that Dutton is staying over for another night, he asks him to stay in his room. Dutton politely declines his request, which makes Bentley sad. But we put on a movie and eat popcorn, and by the evening, he falls asleep on the couch. When I stand to get him, Dutton beats me to it, picking him up gently and cradling him in his arms. I watch as he carries Bentley to his room, and then I follow behind them. After Dutton lays him down, Bentley spreads out, remaining fast asleep. Turning and walking out, I shut the door behind us.
Last night was a whirl of deep discussion, and although neither of us slept, we lay comfortably in my bed. It was nice to have him here. And I feel like we’ll be safe no matter what, even if Bobbi does show up.
No one is more capable of protecting us than Dutton.
He reaches for me, lifting me in one swift movement, and walks me across the hall to my bedroom. He opens the door and steps inside, then closes it behind us and locks it.
“What if I said I don’t want to have sex tonight?” I ask as he sets me down on the bed and then steps back. He stares at me as he starts unbuttoning his shirt.
“Okay,” he replies, discarding his shirt on the floor and kicking off his shoes. He undoes his pants and then pulls them down. He has on boxers, and I can see his hard cock tenting the material.
“That’s all you’re going to say?” I ask as he walks around to the other side of the bed, pulls the covers back, and climbs in. He looks funny, this big scary man, lying in my bed covered in a pink comforter. Though, he doesn’t seem to mind.
“Yes. Now, lie down before I change my mind.”
I shake my head at him, then get undressed, leaving myself in nothing but a pair of panties. Lifting the covers, I climb underneath and scoot close to him. Lying on his chest, I lift my head and look down at him.
“That’s really unfair,” he grumbles. “You, naked and lying on top of me.” I can feel him growing harder. I smile as I wrap my arms around him and put my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.
This is so different from any love I’ve known, and how right and peaceful it feels terrifies me. But even I know this little fantasy bubble we’ve lived in over the weekend will eventually pop.
“Are you going to turn out to be a regret, Dutton?” I ask.
“No,” he says adamantly. “I hate that he hurt you.” And I feel guilty for him being aware that I was comparing him to my ex.
“You hurt people,” I remind him.
“Never you.” I believe him.
My hips start moving, and before I can help myself, I lean up and touch my lips to his. He kisses me back, his hands finding my ass and gripping it, but he doesn’t take control. My hands roam his sides until they reach his face. I cup his cheeks as I whisper, “Fuck me.”
That’s all the invitation he needs before he flips me on my back, throws the blanket off of us, and tears at my panties. He crawls backward, and his head goes straight between my legs. He kisses his way to where I want him and starts sucking and licking. I moan, trying to keep it down so Bentley doesn’t wake up, but it’s hard when Dutton is eating me out like I’m his favorite meal that he can’t get enough of.
Just before I come, my core vibrates with need, but he stops and pulls away. He’s now on his knees, pulling his cock out of his boxers and looking down at my spread legs, and he starts stroking himself.
“Dutton.”
“Yes?” he says with a slight smirk. I sit up and grab him, and he laughs as he falls back to the bed with me. “Needy, aren’t we?”
I lift my hips, and he slides straight into me. I groan when he’s fully seated and try not to scream when he starts moving quickly. I can feel him everywhere.
And then he slows down, his steady thrusts making me claw at his back. He leans down, never breaking the rhythm, and kisses me.
My tongue slides against his at the same time he thrusts his cock all the way in, making me gasp.