Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 142728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 714(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 142728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 714(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
God, he’s good at this. Tension builds but not quite enough to send me over the edge.
“Can you come like this, Em?” he rasps.
“I…I…don’t know. It feels good, though, so don’t stop.”
After a few minutes, he slowly pulls out and throws himself onto the bed next to me. “Up.” He taps my leg.
Slightly disoriented, it takes me a second to throw my leg over him and line myself up. He rests one hand on my shoulder, slowly guiding me down his length.
He sucks in a breath through his teeth. “That’s so good. This is perfect.” His hand slips from my shoulder to cup one breast, then clutch my hip and finally rest on my thigh. “Show me what you like.”
Where do I even start?
I experiment with moving my hips back and forth. “Oh.” That’s good. I lean back, resting my hands on his thighs, and move my hips faster.
“Good girl. Ah, fuck, that’s so good.” He snuggles his hand between my legs, rubbing his thumb over my clit.
“Yes, yes. Do that,” I whisper desperately.
I flex my thighs, working myself up and down harder and faster.
“So, so good, little firecracker,” he mumbles.
“That’s it,” I chant, so, so close to the edge. The tension snaps, pleasure bursting from my center and out. I keep grinding myself against him, enjoying every last flutter and spark.
I slow my wild bucking and tip my head down to see his face.
Eyes hazy with desire. Teeth biting his bottom lip. He barely seems to be holding on. I rest my hands on his chest, shifting my legs, and he groans.
His hands clamp down on my hips. The hazy look in his eyes turns into wild need. “Stay right there,” he rasps.
As if I’d go anywhere.
His powerful legs tighten under me. Holding me tight, he thrusts up into me hard and fast.
“Oh fuck, that’s good,” I gasp, my voice vibrating from the power of his wild thrusting.
He unleashes a deep, breathless roar of satisfaction, squeezing his eyes shut. “Fuck.” He thrusts up hard once more, and I feel his release deep inside me.
Completely spent, I fall on top of him. He bands his arms around me, holding me tight and kissing the top of my head. “You’re like my queen up on her throne when you’re riding my cock like that.”
I chuckle softly against him. The sweetest things come out of his mouth. “I felt like I could rule the world. That’s for sure.”
Little aftershocks work over my body. I twitch my hips against him and he groans. “You’re gonna have to give me a minute, if you wanna get on this ride again.”
I lift myself off him and stretch out against his side, throwing my leg over his. He sneaks his arm underneath me and I cuddle up closer. My eyes close. Warm, swoony afterglow wraps around me. “I could go to sleep just like this,” I whisper.
“I could look at you all night.”
I open one eye and find him watching me. “I suppose we should get up. I need to run to the bathroom.”
“Kiss me first.”
Laughing, I lean toward him and drop a quick kiss on his cheek.
His fingers slide over my body as I sit up.
“Good thing I’m spent, or I wouldn’t let you leave the bed.”
I walk over to my dresser and pull out a clean T-shirt. Remembering how he cleaned out an entire drawer for me at the clubhouse, I stare at my packed top drawer. I can put this stuff somewhere else. I’ve been meaning to get rid of some extra clothes.
“Dex?”
“Hmm?”
“If you want…um, you can have this drawer.” I run my gaze over his beautiful, perfect naked body. “To leave like pajama pants or whatever.”
He sits up in one graceful motion. “Okay.”
“Good.” I shove the drawer closed and hurry to my bedroom door. “But get dressed now. I’m not sure what time Libby’s coming home.”
His rumbling laughter follows me into the hallway.
CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO
Dex
The scent of Emily’s skin taunts me as I ride back to the clubhouse. Not wanting to leave her is becoming a problem.
By the time I pull into the clubhouse’s parking area, almost everyone’s outside. They’re not quite ready to leave yet, so it’s not like anyone was waiting for me. Still, my skin crawls from my brothers’ scrutiny. I stop my bike in front of our smaller garage, not sure where in the formation Jigsaw and I will ride today.
I can’t find Jiggy outside, so decide to search for him in the clubhouse.
“Where’d you run off to?” Z asks, blocking my path with a hand on my chest.
“You learn that from Grinder?” I ask, sweeping my arm up to dislodge Z’s hold on me.
He laughs. “Yeah, probably. Where were you?”
“I had to take Emily home, not that it’s your business.”
He pats my cheek. “Everything is my business.”
Whatever. “Are we ready to go?”