Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 57423 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 230(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57423 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 230(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
She squirmed under him, but his hands held her tight. Yeah, that did something for her, too. He wouldn’t let her get away, wouldn’t let her miss a single second of this exquisite pleasure.
When he licked her clit, she went right over the edge.
She was still panting when he got to his feet.
“Move up on the bed.” The command came out of his mouth in a harsh tone, but she did as he’d asked.
He was back in seconds, a goofy grin on that gorgeous face of his as he held up a condom. “Still good, and so much better than what Tag would have sent.”
Oh, she was falling in love with this man. “That better be ribbed for my pleasure.”
The smile turned distinctly dirty. “Always, baby.”
He rolled the condom on his cock and then covered her body with his. She expected him to start thrusting. She was so wet and relaxed she wouldn’t mind. If he took five seconds, she would be happy because he’d brought her more pleasure than she’d ever had before.
She felt the hard nudge of his cock at her pussy, but he held himself there, staring down at her. All of his goofiness was gone.
“You matter to me, too, Ally.” He kissed her, a soft stroke of his lips over hers. “You matter.”
He kissed her again, and she felt him inside. In that moment, she felt him in her soul.
Ally wrapped her body around his, arms around his neck, legs cradling his hips. He thrust inside and dragged his cock back out. Their bodies felt perfectly locked together, fitting in a way she’d never experienced before. This all felt new, and she was overwhelmed, emotion threatening to choke her.
When the orgasm came, she let it carry her along. She rode the wave. It crashed over her, destroying every defense she had. All her walls seemed to come down, and she clutched him, the horrors of the day blending in because she couldn’t hold it all back. She cried even as she came.
Because she was safe. Because it was all too much, and he was safe.
She felt him stiffen, his arms holding her so tightly as he went over the edge.
“That’s right, baby. You let it out.” He whispered the words to her, his forehead against hers. “Let it out. It’s okay now. You’re going to be okay. I’m going to make sure of it.”
He rolled to the side, but not before she could have sworn she saw that his eyes held a watery sheen.
He eased her head down on his chest, cradling her.
Ally cried and let all the toxic moments of the day out because there was no room for them. Not anymore.
He was still holding her when she fell asleep, the world a better place than it had seemed mere hours before.
Chapter Seven
“I can tell you fucked her. You know that, right?” Big Tag’s eyes narrowed as he walked into the apartment bright and early the next day. “I could tell from all the way across the city.”
West frowned. “Hey, keep it down. She’s determined to take the rap for this, and I’m not going to let you make her uncomfortable. I take it you found something. You know you could have sent Wade over.”
He wasn’t used to the big boss showing up at his condo early in the morning. He was actually surprised Big Tag knew where he lived.
“I wanted to make sure your place is secure.” Big Tag glanced around. “This is nice. What’s your brother’s boyfriend’s name? Martin? He’s got good taste.”
“He does. When Rand and I first moved in, we had two lounge chairs and used paper plates every night.” Now that he thought about it, he was really glad Martin had insisted on “doing” his bedroom, or he would have been forced to leave Ally in a room with a mattress on the floor and a dresser someone had left behind.
She was still snuggled down sleeping. He intended to let her rest until they absolutely had to go. He had her full schedule for the day, but there was nothing that was more important than her health.
Which was precisely why he’d forced himself to get out of bed. If he’d stayed, he would have been on top of her again. That little taste he’d had wasn’t even close to enough, and he’d spent much of the morning wondering if even a lifetime would be enough.
He had some serious thinking to do.
His brother’s bedroom door came open, and the man they were talking about strode out still wearing his pajama bottoms and a robe that looked like it could have come straight out of the fifties. “Morning, all. Please tell me our Hollywood princess is still here. I want to win her over with my world-famous lemon crêpes.”
West snorted because now he knew why Big Tag was here. “I think you better make a lot. This is my…”