Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 141281 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 706(@200wpm)___ 565(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 141281 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 706(@200wpm)___ 565(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
“Oh. Oh, shit. Chris!”
She arches her back like a cat in heat.
Her pussy clenches like she’s sucking me off.
Her mouth forms a perfect O, and then explodes in the glorious music I’ve been waiting for.
That high, chaotic sweetness.
That flutter she can’t control.
My hips go ballistic, rutting like I’m broken, hurling her deeper into the pleasure zone she’s already entered.
“Harder. Harder, woman,” I growl. “Show me your pussy still sucks every drop of come from my balls.”
And she does.
Goddammit, does she ever.
She becomes the world’s softest, wettest vise wrapped around my dick, and soon she’s not the only one screaming.
I go down bellowing like a fucking madman when I lose it.
My balls tighten. My free hand digs into her shoulder while the other yanks her hair, merging her into me. I root myself as deep as I can while my cock swells, erupts, and lights up every nerve, burying my seed in her depths.
Fucking dynamite.
And the bone-vibrating blast lasts a long time.
Thank fuck it does.
It’s our homecoming, the first of many, many minutes we need to make up when I’ve been away for too long.
When I finally let go and pull away with a reluctant groan, she collapses against the wall, catching herself with her palms stretched against the tile.
It takes us a full heady minute to catch our breath.
Then I reach for her and gently twirl her around to face me again.
Our tongues tangle, dancing and gliding for what feels like an hour under the steady warm patter on our skin.
I take my sweet time grabbing the soap and washing her then, savoring her with every caress, my hands tingling with her sweetness.
When my seed trickles out of her, I grab between her legs and push it back in.
“Keep it in,” I rasp, pressing my forehead to hers. “You need practice.”
“Practice for...?” She gives me a shaky smile, wonder in her eyes.
I don’t answer with words.
The feral look I give her should be enough, and if it isn’t, the way I drag my hand over her lower belly should say the rest.
I want you pregnant like yesterday, princess.
Mine, forever, in a pact of flesh.
I smile, knowing there’ll be a whole lot more where that came from. But if I have her leaking me at all, it’ll be for days.
“Ever heard of a little patience? They say it goes a long way.” Laughing, she pushes her hands around me and digs her nails into my skin.
“And I say that’s bullshit. Doesn’t go nearly far enough,” I throw back, kissing her soul out again.
Yeah, I’ve fully ascended.
Hell on earth to purgatory to heaven’s highest floor.
Every steaming kiss I steal tells me she’s back.
She’s mine.
And I’m never going anywhere without her again.
“I missed you so much. You have no idea,” she whispers, staring with wide eyes. “You just...you can’t let it happen again.”
“Leave that shit in the past, baby. It’s over and done. There’ll be other missions, but this time I’ll have full control on the ground. And believe me when I say Landon Strauss is a man who learns from his mistakes. We were surprised, and he sure as hell won’t let it happen again.” I kiss her again, pulling away and tracing her cheek with my thumb. “Here’s what you should worry about—making up for every day we missed. Every second. Are you ready to let loose and live, Delia Burr?”
“Yes! I can’t wait.” She says it with such enthusiasm my dick jerks, its appetite returning with a vengeance. “Just don’t ever scare me to death like that again.”
“Never-fucking-ever,” I whisper.
And I prove how much I mean it by grabbing her ass and pulling her into me, my mouth still molded to hers and entirely obsessed.
23
Silver And Gold Everlasting (Delia)
Weeks Later
A few days later, we’re back at Dad’s house, gathered around the table.
I forgot what having a nice family get-together felt like while Evie was in the picture.
Now that she’s gone, everything comes easy.
The conversation, the laughs, the smiles around the table. Dad talks up his plans to head up a new think tank working on sustainable aerospace technology.
Then Chris launches into his big dreams of how he’d like to help the world.
“Greyhounds, huh?” Dad says, amusement twinkling in his eyes. “I figured you were more of a husky guy. Or what about mastiffs? I grew up with one of those beasts.”
Grinning ear to ear, Chris shakes his head fiercely.
“Nah. Nothing compares with taking care of a deer dog—nothing short of loving your daughter, I mean. The old runners need their naps and head scratches like air when they’re too old for the tracks.”
“You’re sure you’ll be able to take this on with your new promotion?” Dad asks.
“Absolutely, Bruce. And Delia won’t admit it, but I think they’re growing on her too.”
I wrinkle my nose, laughing as he elbows me playfully in the side.