Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 14860 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 74(@200wpm)___ 59(@250wpm)___ 50(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 14860 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 74(@200wpm)___ 59(@250wpm)___ 50(@300wpm)
And I didn’t do pity well.
Like, not even a little bit.
There’d been times my sister and I had been forced to rely on others’ kindness early on after we’d lost our parents, but I’d worked hard to provide for Jennie. More importantly, I went to great lengths to keep her safe. And me.
So the pity thing was the only thing that had been ruling my brain as I’d spouted out all the shit about the high-and-mighty head of the Warner cattle empire. The need to escape had come second.
And third.
And fourth.
Before I’d managed to get all the way out of the truck, the cold rain drenching me completely in an instant, a warm hand had been yanking me back in. I’d been expecting anger, possibly even violence. At the least, I knew I was getting my ass fired. But when I’d finally stilled enough to let the man get the words out, I’d forgotten all about what had just happened and what was about to happen. All I’d been able to focus on was the heavy body holding me down, my wrists pinned in his impossibly tight but somehow still painless grip.
And then everything had shifted again and every sense, every nerve ending, every goddamn cell in my body was focused on Hudson Warner and Hudson Warner alone.
I knew what was happening when his mouth began to descend. I knew I could have stopped the whole thing. I knew allowing it to happen would fuck everything up and mean yet another uprooting of my and Jennie’s lives.
I knew all that but didn’t care.
Not in the least.
I was too impatient to wait for Hudson’s mouth to reach mine so I lifted my head as far as I could. I was dimly aware of something being pressed into my hand and his big fingers covering my cheek but there was no preparing for the onslaught of sensation when those firm lips met mine. I let out a startled gasp at the little explosions seeming to pop beneath my skin.
Hudson took advantage of the small cry because his tongue was stroking over mine before I could even process the lushness of his lips. I jerked a little, but not in disgust.
In surprise.
I immediately regretted it because Hudson broke the kiss and lifted his head to put some space between us.
“Wait, no, don’t stop—”
Hudson’s mouth was back on mine before I could even finish the protest. This time his lips were gentler, less demanding.
And teasing.
He licked, he nibbled, he sucked, but he didn’t dip back into my mouth. While he was trying to slow things down, I was in the exact opposite boat. I lifted my hips to grind against his as I trailed the fingers of my right hand down his side, feeling only hard muscle beneath the expensive fabric of his shirt.
“Hudson, please,” I whispered against his mouth.
The man above me stilled, his mouth hovering over mine. “Say it again,” he implored.
I knew what he was talking about with the plea.
I managed a small smile. “Hudson…”
Hudson let out a rough growl and this time when he kissed me, there was no teasing or playing of any kind. His mouth opened over mine and from there on out, he owned me.
Every part of me.
It was hard to keep up but that didn’t seem to bother Hudson in the least. In fact, his voice was gruff and needy with every instruction he gave me.
The only time I hesitated was when he somehow managed to get me so I was lying flat on my back and began tearing at the button on my pants. He must have sensed my apprehension because his eyes latched on to mine.
“Trust me, sweetheart.”
I nodded and in a show of complete submission I put my hands above my head and pretended he was holding them down.
“Yes,” Hudson growled, then he was easing my zipper down. The second his fingers closed around my hard dick, I yelled, “Oh God!”
I’d masturbated plenty of times, but my own hand had never felt so good. Hudson’s hands weren’t smooth like I’d been expecting. They were deliciously rough. Stroke number one had me moaning, stroke number two had me bucking up into his hand, and stroke number three had me reaching down to cover his hand with mine. But there was nothing I could do to improve upon his pumps.
I was certain I was going to come at any moment, but Hudson suddenly stopped. Before I could even beg him to get me off, his big body was settling on mine. Since he hadn’t slid my jeans below my hips, I was still able to open my legs for him. He swallowed my howl of pleasure when his dick slid over mine. When he began rocking against our bodies, I knew he wasn’t going to actually fuck me.