Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81040 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81040 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
My fingers dug into her right thigh that I was holding as I pumped into her tight heat. She rolled her hips underneath me. Nothing had ever felt better than being inside her.
“You own me,” I told her as my balls drew tight and I felt myself getting closer. “Come on my dick, baby,” I urged her, brushing my thumb over her swollen clit.
As if I could control her orgasms on demand, she cried out my name and began to tremble beneath me. The warm gush soaked my cock and balls, sending me shouting her name as my body jerked, emptying my release inside of her. Marking her. Knowing the only man she’d ever have inside her was me.
The last jolt of pleasure rocked me, and I held her hips so that we stayed connected.
“I fucking love you.” My voice was hoarse from the shouting.
The shy, sated smile that came over her face made me feel like I owned the damn world.
Trinity
Three Months Later
The summer was almost over, but no one let Florida know that. Even with the umbrella shading me somewhat, it was hot as I lay out on the lounge chair by the pool. Huck had returned last night after being gone for business for three days, and we had slept very little. When we were apart, he came back, wanting me to the point of exhaustion. Not that I was complaining. I loved nights like that.
My eyes kept wanting to close, and I started to drift off to sleep when a touch on my bare stomach startled me. My eyes opened, and Huck was sitting beside me, running the back of his finger from under my breast to the top of my bottoms. He was home earlier than I’d expected.
“Hey,” I said as his gaze moved from my stomach to meet my face.
“Did you put on sunblock?” he asked me.
“Yes, sir.”
He smirked. “That’s the kind of shit that gets you fucked.”
“Wearing sunblock?”
He slid his hand inside the front of my bottoms. “Calling me sir.”
I laughed and opened my legs for him.
He cupped my pussy, but didn’t do anything more.
“Before I get distracted,” he said, “we need to talk.”
The serious way he had said it had me scooting back and sitting up. “About?”
“Something important.”
These past few months, we had grown closer. He’d faced his grandparents with their lie about Hayes’s death. His grandmother cried so pitifully that I truly felt sorry for her. It had been clear she was haunted by her grandson’s suicide. There would be no family get-togethers for Huck and his grandparents though. I wasn’t sure he’d ever forgive them. Even after his grandmother had admitted to being the one who had mailed him the letter.
There were times I would let my old fears in and worry that he would tire of me or realize he wasn’t in love with me. But somehow, he always knew when I was struggling with my insecurities and did all he could to reassure me. Which only made me love him more.
The Huck who had run hot and cold only ran hot now. When I wanted to touch him, I no longer held back, for fear of being denied or unwanted. I went with him to the shop several days a week. He was teaching me to ride horses at the ranch. For once in my life, I felt like I belonged. I had a home. It was wherever Huck was.
When he didn’t say anything more, I realized he was waiting on me to say something.
“Okay,” I said, clasping my hands in my lap.
“I’m working on how to begin,” he replied.
I felt a sick knot in my stomach.
“That doesn’t sound good,” I whispered.
His eyebrows drew together in a frown. “I guess it depends.”
I bit my bottom lip. “You’re scaring me.”
“Baby, when are you going to stop expecting the worst?”
I wasn’t sure that day would ever come. “I don’t know. You just look serious.”
He grabbed my leg and tugged me closer to him. “Do you remember when I told you that if you tried to leave me, I’d tie you to my fucking bed?”
I smiled and nodded.
“Last night, when you cried my name and came on my dick, what did I say?”
“That I fucking owned you,” I replied, feeling the heat in my cheeks.
He nodded, then ran his hand up my leg. “It’s not smart. Loving me,” he whispered. “But damn if I’m gonna let you stop.”
“Loving you is out of my control, but it’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
“I’m not a good man.”
I smiled at that. “You’re right,” I agreed. “You’re a bad man. But that turns me on.”
He chuckled. “Is that so?”
“Yep. But I’m messed up in the head.”
He reached up and brushed his thumb over my bottom lip. “You’re perfect.”
I wasn’t, but if he wanted to think so, I would not argue.