Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25487 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25487 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
“Flint–” she gasps, her breathing slowly returning to normal. Dark waves cascade around her as she turns away from me. “I feel like we’re being so irresponsible–not using a condom and I’m not on birth control.”
A smile tugs at my lips, she’s so beautiful it makes my heart shatter just to look at her. I gently grasp her chin and guide her back to face me. I pause to place a tender kiss on her lips. "Baby, whatever happens I love knowing a part of me is still buried deep inside you. I promise, I’m yours and you’re mine now. I’ll take care of you forever, you never have to worry about that.”
Chapter Thirteen
Juniper
I wake up the next morning to the sound of masculine grunts reverberating down the hallway. I stretch like a cat, a slow grin spreading across my face as I remember his strong body enveloping me, the raw growl in his deep voice that sent shivers straight to my core. In the bright morning light, a wave of emotion overcomes me as I realize how much I love this man. As quick as our courtship may have been, feelings don't lie.
Another grunt interrupts my lovesick thoughts, followed by a deeper one.
Mmm. Flint is working out.
I get out of bed and find a glass of orange juice on the bedside table. I smile. I love how he likes to take care of me. I feel a slight ache between my thighs and even on my nipples–as if his hands were just on me moments ago, not hours.
Butterflies dance wildly in my stomach as I think about last night, when his heavy length claimed me again. I feel spoiled, cherished, loved.
Waves of shock swell in me as I realize that I came to this mountain a virgin, and I’m no longer a virgin now. How does that make me feel? I used to fear feeling like a slut with regret in the morning, but with Flint... he cares. He's the first man who has ever truly seen me. I knew that instantly about him and I gave myself completely to him. I could never regret a thing with this man.
I turn the corner into the hallway and pause at the first open door–a guest bedroom that’s filled with gym equipment. I find his large body lying across the weight bench, naked from the waist up. His abdomen is etched like patterned bricks and covered with a light dusting of hair, tight and bulging with exertion as his thick biceps hold a weighted bar over his head. He counts silently, a slight frown on his beautiful, rugged face, before a low sound emanates from deep in his belly and he heaves the bar onto the supports.
He sits up quickly, his body agile despite its broad physique, then takes long pulls from a bottle of water. I’m suddenly conscious of standing in his small weight room, looking at his decadently built body before me. I watch as sweat drips down his chin and throat, trailing along one chiseled pectoral before making its way down the narrow slice of sternum separating his rippling abdominal muscles. Arousal floods my thighs as I stare at him.
Without thinking twice, I drop to my knees. The glistening wood bites at my kneecaps as I crawl towards him. His dark eyes flare for a brief moment before traveling down the length of my body with hooded lust. His heavy palms reach out to thread through the long strands of my wild hair and pull my gaze up from the thin cotton of his waistband. All I want to do is yank his sweat-dampened shorts down and reveal the key that unlocks the man of my dreams, the pleasure hidden between his powerful thighs.
"What are you doing to me?" he growls, but his words are lost on my ears.
My tongue darts out as I reach for his waistband and pull down his shorts to reveal his heavy cock to my hungry vision.
“Juniper…” he says, his voice trailing off as I kiss the tip of his tall erection. I grasp the base, marveling at its girth–much too big to wrap my palm around. I grin and use my other hand to fist him completely before licking the tip, tasting the dot of pre-cum that has gathered there.
A much darker groan than before falls on my ears and urges me on as his hands tighten in my hair.
“Fuck, Juniper!” he grits when I suck him into my mouth.
I cover it with my lips and hollow out my cheeks, sucking as best as I imagine one should. I taste the salty pre-cum as my insides grow molten with need for Flint. My hips rock involuntarily, then his large palm cups my chin, guiding me with slow precision. I suck harder and quicker, cheered on by his moans of pleasure, before feeling his thighs tensing beneath me.