Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 90433 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 452(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90433 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 452(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
“Fuck yes,” he whispered. He leaned down, crashing his mouth to hers as he strummed his thumb across her clit.
Kelsie went wild beneath him, kissing him without finesse as she raked her nails across his back and fucked her hips on him. The bite of pain shot him over the edge. He roared his release into her mouth as she cried out against his lips. Her neck arched, and he took full advantage, biting into the sensitive skin.
“Ty,” she cried as her body shook and jerked in his arms.
Somehow, he managed a breathy, “I got you, babe,” even though his brain was cotton and his body spent. His only regret was the damn condom. Someday, he’d fill her to the brim with his release, then watch as it ran down her thighs. But for now, all he could do was collapse on her as his forty-six-year-old body recovered from fucking like he was twenty years younger.
Kelsie wrapped her arms around his back and held him tight. Her heavy breaths tickled his ear, and she twitched beneath him every few seconds.
“I might be too old to fuck like that, but I’d die trying any day.”
She giggled, which was the best damn sound. “So it was good for you?”
Ty snorted. “Yeah, Kels, it was damn fucking good for me.” He lifted his head, looking for any signs of distress. “You?”
“Perfect, Ty,” she said, voice thick and eyes shiny. “Absolutely perfect.”
They didn’t need to delve into the reasons for her surge of emotions. Both knew how monumental this was for her. She seemed to want nothing more than to bask in the afterglow as he did.
So that’s what they’d do.
He tried to roll off, but she tightened her hold on him. “I gotta be crushing you.”
“I don’t care. I love the way you feel inside me, and I’m not ready for you to leave.”
“I gotta take care of the condom, hon.”
“I know. Just give me a few more seconds to feel you like this.”
He’d give her the moon if she asked for it.
After only a few minutes, Kelsie shifted, the clear signal she couldn’t breathe, and it was time to roll his big body off her. He pulled out, wincing at the tug on his oversensitive cock.
“Be right back,” he said as he pulled off the condom.
After a quick trip to the bathroom to dispose of the latex, he returned to find Kelsie on her side watching him. She’d pulled the sheet up but only to her waist, giving him a lovely view of her tits.
“Mmm,” he said as he crawled in beside her. “Pretty sure you should never be allowed to wear clothes in this bed.”
Her shy smile did something funny to his chest.
“I think I can get on board with that. As long as the same rule applies to you.”
“Naturally. C’mon, let’s catch a nap. You wore this old man out.”
Her delighted chuckle expanded the warmth in his chest. Without him having to ask, she scooted into his arms and snuggled her face against his chest. Every exhale wafted across his pecs, raising goose bumps across his skin. At this rate, he’d be hard again, much faster than a man his age should be. Guess that’s what happened when a gorgeous, younger woman wanted him.
“Ty?” she asked after they’d been silent only a few moments.
“Yeah, babe?”
“What are we gonna do?”
She didn’t need to elaborate further. They both knew she meant about her fucked-up family. His instinct was to tell her he’d handle it—the club would handle it—and keep her as far away from the mess as possible. Kelsie had been through enough, and he’d rather lock her way in a tower like a damn princess than subject her to a moment of discomfort. But that’s not the way the real world works. It wasn’t the way his club worked either. They viewed their women as partners and didn’t keep them in the dark. Besides, it was her family, and she deserved to be in the loop. Hell, she deserved a say in how they handled the situation as much as he’d fucking hate every second of her involvement.
Not that she was his woman.
That kind of thinking was nuts, but the club had adopted Kelsie into the fold, and he had a feeling they’d never let her go.
“I don’t know yet, but my club is damn good at solving problems. We will figure out a way to protect my business and keep you as far away from Andrew Tinsley as humanly possible. You will not be marrying that motherfucker. That I can promise you.”
“Okay,” she said, in a voice thick with exhaustion. “I trust you, Ty.”
She didn’t speak again. Within minutes, her breathing leveled, and she went slack in his arms. Ty buried his nose in her fragrant hair—something sweet, almost honey-like—and forced the rest of the world out of his mind. There would be plenty of time later to stress about his business and how to get Kelsie’s family off their backs.