Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 121764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 609(@200wpm)___ 487(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 609(@200wpm)___ 487(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
Go.
Now.
My brain tried again as I reached down and picked up her ring of keys.
And her keychains.
I smoothed a thumb over the fuzzy one first, excitement buzzing to life under my skin like the first purr of a Lexus LFA engine.
Drop the fucking keys and go to your room.
It was the last warning what was left of my common sense could manage.
I ignored it, fingering the tassel of the leather keychain next. The corner of my mouth ticked up, and I shut out what was left of my resolve before unclipping both of them and letting the keys drop back to the table.
Maybe I didn’t have to break the rules.
Maybe I could just… bend them.
I rounded the bed again, my eyes glued to where Grace was still laid out on her back. She stared up at the ceiling like she was about to cry.
Until I stood above her, blocking her view, and I held up the downy yellow keychain.
“I can’t touch you,” I repeated, swallowing around the thickness of those words.
Then, slowly, I dropped the keychain until it met her shoulder, dragging it along the line of her collarbone.
A satisfying wave of goosebumps rippled across her skin.
“But I don’t see why you can’t touch yourself.”
The words were a dare, a loophole.
A match strike.
Grace’s eyes heated, and I dragged the keychain up the slope of her neck, along her jaw, dusting her lips with the fur.
“Do you want to touch yourself right now, Nova?”
With her shaky exhale, we caught fire.
And all the rules went up in flames.
Good Girl
Jaxson
There was no going back.
Not that I would have taken the last boat ride to safety even if it had presented itself. I was firmly standing in the aftermath of my decision to bend the rules, and the sight was enough of a drug to convince me it was worth any consequences that would follow.
Grace still hadn’t answered my question. She laid there frozen, mouth parted and her doe eyes fixed on me like she wasn’t sure she’d heard me right.
When I didn’t move, a long, shaky breath shuddered out of her, and she managed a nod.
I wet my lips, removing the soft keychain from where it touched her. I took just enough time to turn my hat around backward and carefully take a seat on the edge of the mattress again.
Then, I traded out the soft keychain for the leather one.
I dragged the tassel across her chest, left and then right, following the movement with my eyes before I trailed them down and over the slight swell of her breast.
“I’m sorry, I couldn’t hear you,” I said, tickling her peaked nipple through her dress with the leather. Her chest heaved under the touch, and then I lifted, bringing the leather back down with a quick flick of my wrist.
It wasn’t hard — just enough bite to make her gasp and arch, her fists twisting in the comforter.
“Do you want to touch yourself, Grace?” I asked again.
“Yes,” she whimpered, and without any further instruction from me, she hastily shoved the straps of her dress off each shoulder, pushing the fabric down until her breasts spilled free.
My next breath lodged in my throat.
Fuck.
I couldn’t do anything but stare at her — this brave, sexy, wild woman who was on her elbows again, smiling wickedly up at me with her tits pulled out of her dress. She kept my gaze as she ran her fingertips over one swell, tracing all around her nipple before plucking it between her fingers on a moan.
“Does that feel good?” I asked her, and the words made her moan again, my cock aching at the sound. I was so fucking hard it was uncomfortable, but I could handle myself later.
Right now, all my focus was on her.
“So good,” she said, writhing under her touch.
Using the leather keychain, I swatted her hand until she removed it. Then, I opted for the soft one, gliding it along her sternum right between those perfect tits. She writhed under the sensation, and I teased the bottom swells of her breasts before tracing the tops, dancing around every inch of her except where she wanted it most.
“Jaxson,” she begged, back bending as she tried to maneuver her body so the keychain would graze her nipple. I let her find the brief relief of contact only long enough for her to hiss in pleasure, and then I pulled it away.
“You said you’re wet for me,” I said, dangling the keychain from my index knuckle. “Show me.”
I loved the sight of her spread out on that bed, the way her naked, perfect tits heaved with every breath. I’d imagined what she’d look like more times than I’d ever admit out loud, and just this glimpse put all my wildest dreams to shame.
She kept her eyes fixed on mine, not an ounce of hesitation as she placed her hands at her hips. I catalogued every inch of her, from where her long, blonde hair was fanned out over the white comforter to where her pink-painted toes curled.