Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 91373 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91373 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
What a bastard I was.
How many people had I inadvertently hurt because I was pissed off at Daddy Dearest and my ex-girlfriend?
“Where are you?” Sarah cuddled into my side on the couch.
Her cousin had been gracious enough to let me stay at the farmhouse over Christmas. Sarah wanted me there the day before Christmas Eve through to Boxing Day, and since I was turning into a giant sap, I, of course, agreed.
Jared was working. The days were so short, he worked every day to make up for it. Sarah said he’d take Christmas Day off, but she hadn’t been able to convince him to take Boxing Day. The plan was that Sarah and I would cook, and we’d just returned home from the most chaotic, terrifying supermarket experience of my life. There hadn’t been a Christmas since my mother died in which I hadn’t finagled an invitation to someone else’s festivities, so I’d avoided the Christmas food shopping hell my entire life. Until today.
Someone had attempted to rip the last bag of potatoes out of Sarah’s hands and when I stepped in to protect her, they had the audacity to claim I was the threatening one. The wannabe thief took off when he spotted someone trying to claim the last of the carrots.
By some miracle, we managed to get everything we wanted, but it was a harried experience and reinforced my belief that there were basic elements of human nature that could not be dragged out of the cave.
“Just thinking about how we nearly died for a bag of potatoes and a turkey,” I murmured back, watching the flames in the large fireplace crackle and dance.
Sarah shook against me, and I glanced down to find her grinning. “How quickly people devolve.”
“I was just thinking something similar.” I studied her face, feeling such overwhelming love that sometimes it was difficult to not let the fear win. To not just run. But then I remembered how I felt when she left me in London, and any thought of leaving her was obliterated.
“I can put another movie on if you like?” She gestured to the television. We were watching an old classic, Meet Me in St. Louis.
I slid my hand down her leg. “I was thinking of doing something a little more entertaining.”
Her eyes widened, another smile tugging at her mouth. “What? Now? Jared will be home soon.”
“We can be quick,” I murmured in her ear, trailing kisses down her neck. Sarah’s head fell back, giving me access to her throat. At the sound of her gasp, I stood abruptly.
Then I picked her up and threw her over my shoulder with ease. Her laughter filled the house as I hurried upstairs to her old bedroom. I laid her on the bed and made quick work of undressing her. “I bet you never thought you’d have sex in here,” I teased.
She pulled an adorable face. “I did have sex.”
I raised an eyebrow as I unclipped her bra.
Sarah shrugged. “I had lots of very quiet sex with myself.”
Chuckling, I kissed and moved over her, my hands exploring her perfect body. “Poor darling. I’m here now.”
She laughed, shoving me playfully. Grinning smugly, I sat up to remove my shirt and she retorted, “I’ll have you know that up until you, sex with myself was the best sex I’d ever had.”
“That’s because some men are selfish fuckers in bed.” I pressed my lips to her slender belly, following a trail to her jeans. I unbuckled them, looking up at her from beneath my lashes. “Lucky for you, I’m a possessive bastard who wants to ruin you for all other men.”
Sarah gasped as I yanked down her jeans, taking her knickers with them. “Lucky for me, you only mean that in the sense of the bedroom. We wouldn’t get along—oh!” She arched into me as I licked at her clit.
“We wouldn’t what, my love?”
“Wouldn’t …” She clawed at the duvet covers. “I don’t … oh … just keep doing that.”
So I did.
Tasting her, sucking, nibbling, licking, fucking her with my tongue … pushing her to almost breaking but then pulling back before she could come. She was flushed and lost, her face etched with passion and need.
“Theo, please,” she begged.
The sound of gravel kicking up under a vehicle outside cut through her panting. Her eyes widened. “Jared.”
I lifted my head. “Do you want me to stop?”
Sarah looked adorably outraged. “You better make me come right now or you’ll have blue balls for the next month.”
Laughing, I gripped her thighs and pulled them over my shoulders, grabbing her arse in my hands to pull her deeper into my mouth.
Sarah keened and I growled against her, my cock rock hard.
I ate at her hungrily and then, just as the back door slammed downstairs, Sarah came. She clamped her teeth down on her fist as she shattered.