Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 13829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 69(@200wpm)___ 55(@250wpm)___ 46(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 13829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 69(@200wpm)___ 55(@250wpm)___ 46(@300wpm)
Floating somewhere outside of my rational mind, I don’t realize I have a death grip on his coat, anchoring myself into him, practically trying to climb him like a tree. So many emotions and feelings flowing through me but the dominant one right now is pure unadulterated lust. I try to keep up with his dancing tongue, its movements deliberate and seductive. My own inexperience is more evident but he doesn’t seem to mind.
Every nerve ending in my body is firing at this moment. His hands have moved from the small of my back to my ass, cupping each cheek, gripping them like he is testing the weight or stopping someone from removing them from his hands. “Raylan.” I whisper his name when his mouth moves down to my neck.
“Jesus I need to stop right now. I need to wrench myself away from you so I don’t take you up against that window and prove to everyone out there you are mine.” Whoa. Those words sent chills of thrills through me. My body shivers from the imagery and the absolute surety that he would do just that, but I also sense a jealousy in him. A possessive edge like the men in a ChaShiree M. or M.K. Moore book and if I am right, unless he is a drug lord like Dario, there is no way he would ever allow someone to hear me or see in the throes of an orgasm. “Fuck.” He bites my limp once more then pulls back from me. I am shaken, out of breath and so achy and throbby that I refuse to loosen my grip on his coat. “I know kitten. I know, trust me.” he kisses my forehead before placing his own on mine. “I knew you would be like this.”
“Like what?” I ask him, still barely able to form words.
“Like a fuse waiting to be lit. I knew you would explode in my arms and turn into a greedy little thing. God I can’t wait to have you naked, begging for it.” Crap. If my soaked panties are any indication neither can I. “But you will be my wife when it happens. When I spill your virgin blood on the brand new white sheets I purchased just for the occasion, you will already be Mrs. Morris. Now tell me baby, do you want a wedding?”
That is an easy question. Like all girls when I was younger I wanted all of the frills and fancy. But now having no one to invite and no family, I don’t care about any of it. “No.”
“Good. I will call Lloyd. We will be married tomorrow.” With that he kisses me and walks out. Holy hell. That was intense. I lean over the desk and place my hand on my racing heart. Tomorrow. That isn’t going to come fast enough.
I lied. It is already tomorrow and I feel like it was just a few hours ago that he came to me but in fact it was almost twenty-four. “Are you sure about this?” Rachel asks, helping me put on my dress. Her sisters are here as well. They have formed a sort of group called the Wives Welcoming Committee, the WWC. Apparently Rachel is working on getting it ratified and made official so they can use town funds to help the wives being brought here.
“Yes. I’m sure.” She nods and zips up the back for me.
“I see he wasted no time coming to you yesterday, huh?” Her smirk suggests all things salacious and it helps to calm my nerves just thinking about the kiss we shared. If you can call that just a simple kiss.
“Did you know he requested me specifically?”
“Yes. My husband told me.” I figured.
“When you brought the idea up to me did you know then?” She nods. I can see guilt cross her face so I place my hand on hers to assure her. “I am not upset. I may not know you but I know how much you look after everyone. I figured you were trying to not make me feel pressured. Right?
“Yes.” She says, visibly relieved.
“Thank you for that.”
“Anytime. Alright then ladies, what do you think, is she ready?” Her sisters all crowd around me and nod their heads. “Then let’s go and get you married.” Apprehensive and more than a little excited, I grab the bouquet Rachel hands me and walk out into the church. My chest, which was feeling quite heavy, deflates into an air of lightness when I see Raylan, my soon to be husband standing at the altar waiting for me. When I am close enough to grab his hand, he holds it out and when I take it he pulls me close to him and whispers in my ear.
“I was going to come and get you, baby. This will be quick. I told him to give us the shortened version.” He winks at me and I find myself blushing like a junior high girl.