Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 112249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 561(@200wpm)___ 449(@250wpm)___ 374(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 561(@200wpm)___ 449(@250wpm)___ 374(@300wpm)
Destiny, though?
That hadn’t hurt Malachi yet.
Which was why he woke up to Gracen thinking: Was I supposed to meet you?
Now instead of then?
Had the world been holding out?
Why?
For what—for them?
Maybe perfection was a myth, but he could trust in things that felt right. Deep in his bones, racing through his blood, and in every pull of breath into his lungs—everything shifted into a better view when Malachi was next to Gracen.
He chose to pay attention to that.
His gut never lied.
“Morning,” Malachi told a grinning Gracen who sunk into him when he pulled her closer under the sheets. Until they breathed together, her bare breasts flat against his dusting of chest hair, and their limbs tangled into a warm weave. Pressing a kiss between her eyes, squinting from her wide smile, he added against her silken skin, “Beautiful.”
Because she was; inside and out. He’d tell her even when she was tired of him doing it, although she’d not asked him to do so, yet.
“What time is it?” Gracen asked.
He hated to admit that he’d already checked the time when it meant he’d needed to roll away from her to do so, but his answer came automatically. She needed something, and he was more than willing to provide even if it was just the time.
“Almost ten,” he said.
Gracen’s blue eyes blew wide, and if it weren't for their arms and legs wrapped together, she might have jumped up in the bed. “In the morning?”
“Wow, you really are a workaholic, huh?” She slapped his chest playfully at the comment, but it was still hard enough to make a crack. Malachi barked out a laugh at her muttered jerk before their joy melted into sin when he sucked in her bottom lip. He swallowed her first moan with a sweep of his tongue wet against hers. She shifted, already aware of his growing erection between them and how close her bare pussy was when she rocked her hips. Close enough that he could feel the tease of her heat before her wet skin rubbed slick along him. “Shit, I was only gonna say that we needed to work on that, Gracen.”
Her teeth traced his jaw. He adored that she was so physical during sex. The more he touched, so would she. Every kiss from him fed hers. It turned her on the more he explored her—anywhere ... everywhere—every taste and touch got her high, and he willingly fed into that; whatever made her wild when she wanted him.
Shivers raced down Malachi’s spine, and the pulse in the underside of his cock thumped harder. Could she feel the way she made his dick ache when she said, “We are working on it.”
Well ...
Technically.
He’d count this weekend as a good first step.
“We should put that bath to use,” she mumbled against his cheek while he nuzzled her neck. “Get up.”
She said sensible things. Under the fading scent of the lingering body wash he liked to use, the smell of their sex from the night before still clung to the bedsheets.
Soon, it’d be the whole damn room.
“We should,” Gracen insisted when he nibbled at her throat before sucking on the same spot. Why didn’t she sound like she meant it? “God—I love it when you do that.”
He knew. If he did it when she came, her sex pulsed so hard it could milk the cum straight from his balls. Better yet, a single finger up her ass when she was on her knees did the same thing but made her shamelessly wet.
Malachi learned something new about Gracen every time he took her to bed. He’d be a liar to say he wasn’t getting addicted. What would she let him do to her next?
“We’re not getting up,” he said.
Malachi rolled to his back before Gracen could ask questions, taking her and the sheets with him. Her messy hair shrouded them in a curtain, but she muffled her giggles by stealing another kiss from his lips. He palmed her round ass with one hand and searched for the small box he’d left on the bedside table the night before.
Success.
Gracen quickly nabbed the box of condoms—a new pack of three with only one used—and lifted up to straddle his waist. Her hair flipped back as the sheet fell around their naked forms, and her nipples peaked in the cool, still air of the bedroom. It wouldn’t take long for the sun, and them, to heat it up again.
She did her thing with the rubber, and he was more than happy to let her. Even the sight of her rolling latex down his cock could get Malachi from zero to sixty like drinking cold water on a hot summer night. Easy—everything about Gracen was as easy to him as breathing.
“Fuck, get on me, then,” he grunted through jolts of pleasure when she stroked down the eight inches of his thick cock.