Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75478 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75478 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
“Come on. For science,” he demanded, lifting the tray to set it on the dresser, then pulling me over to the bed.
“I don’t think this counts as science,” I told him as he picked up the book and started to scan the scene again.
“Sure it does. This author claims I can bend a woman’s body this way. It is our responsibility to test this theory. I thought so,” he said, nodding at the page, then tossing the book back on the bed.
His hands were on my hips then, turning me.
“I need you to stand on the bed. Now, granted, the book says headboard here, but the footboard works roughly the same way,” he told me as I went ahead and stood on the bed.
“Okay,” I agreed, already smiling. Everything with Sully, I had found over the past week or so, was fun.
“Now, it says that her one foot is on the headboard.”
“Okay,” I agreed, sticking one of my feet on the footboard. “Now what?”
“Now, it says that the other foot is on the mattress.”
“Where else would it be?” I asked, glancing over my shoulder at him.
“Don’t get smart with me, young lady,” he said, landing a playful slap on my butt. “Now, it says she is looking at him while he’s going down on her. How does one do that from this position? Can you lean down and see me?”
“I mean, yeah?” I said, going ahead and hinging at the waist, looking between my legs at him. “But I’m pretty sure this isn’t what the author meant.”
“How else could she mean it?” he asked, unable to help himself but to trace the outline of my panties.
I’d gotten to a level of comfort around the clubhouse that I didn’t think was possible. I even left the bedroom in nothing but one of Sully’s long shirts and underwear. It was not something I ever would have done before. But I had to admit, I loved being seconds away from naked around Sully.
“Like this,” I said, flopping down onto the mattress. I lifted one of my legs and pushed it against the footboard. “One leg up, one down. And I can look down.”
“Yes, yes, you can,” he said, the intention already clear in his eyes.
I didn’t even get a minute to prepare.
Because he was right there between my thighs, yanking my panties to the side and running his tongue up my cleft toward my clit.
All thoughts flew out of my mind as he worked me with his tongue and his fingers until I was arching off the bed, until my thighs were shaking, and my little whimpers became needy moans.
Only then was he kneeling on the bed, watching me as he slid on protection, then yanked my hips up onto his lap, and surged inside me.
There was nothing then, save for the movements of our bodies, the way he knew when to push harder, faster, deeper, or when to pull back, when to work my clit, and when it was too sensitive.
Until the orgasm was soaring through me.
He came with me, leaving us both panting for breath and ravenous when we eventually broke apart to get to our cold breakfast.
“Two orgasms is a shitty way to start the morning,” Sully declared, making me almost snort my coffee through my nose.
“I think our definitions of shitty mornings are very different,” I told him.
“We both know I could do better. But I got a text while you were getting the food.”
“From who?”
“Chris.”
“At Hailstorm?” I asked, the haze of the orgasms clearing away.
It had been two full days since I’d heard anything about Hailstorm or, well, anything at all that didn’t involve sex, food, books, or crafts.
Sully had been “holed up healing,” if his brothers asked. In reality, we’d been doing nothing but having sex, eating, and enjoying each other’s company.
And for those blissful forty-eight hours, there was nothing else. No shadowy bad guys wanting to kill us. No paramilitary camp on the hill digging into Sully’s past. Nothing. Just us.
I tamped down the disappointment that it was over now. It was inevitable. And I figured that once they found out who this guy was, Sully and I could go back to enjoying each other. Maybe even more so, because we would be able to leave the clubhouse to do all the things he kept telling me he was going to introduce me to. Things that filled me with an equal mix of excitement and anxiety. Karaoke, line dancing, target practice at the range, ax throwing… the list was endless. A whole world Sully wanted to show me.
“Yeah. She said her team is ready to show us what they scrounged up. She wants us to head up today.”
“Are you sure you’re up to it?” I asked, glancing at his shoulder.
“Baby, I’ve fucked you about fifty different ways in two days. Think a little car ride up to Hailstorm is a cakewalk after that.”