Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 107115 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 536(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107115 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 536(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
If she didn’t, Matt would make sure she grasped the undeniable reality that, when Todd was around, he might not have a chance to explain before he had to act. For now, Matt simply raised his hand, smacking her tender, exposed pussy.
Between the menthol in the shaving cream and her freshly shorn flesh, she was more sensitive than ever. Madison bit her lip to hold in her cry, otherwise saying or doing nothing. Her silent submission as he meted out punishment pleased him.
Matt made the fifth spanking really count, then backed away to catalogue her reaction. But she was already smoothing out her expression and her breathing. She wasn’t perfect, but she’d tried.
In reward, he thumbed her clit, noting with glee that she was wetter than ever. Sadly, he didn’t have time to enjoy her response, much less indulge. Instead, he leaned over her, pressed a soft kiss to her lips, then helped her to her feet.
He lifted the padding over her ear. “Good, but…”
“Not good enough, I know. I’m sorry. I’m trying.”
“You’re reacting without thinking. Nothing I’m doing is life-threatening or even consequential. How will you react if there’s real danger?”
“You’re right.”
“I don’t want to discourage you, honey. And I know I’m asking for a lot.” Especially in light of their past and her general distrust of men. Half the time, he suspected she was still braced for him to cut her loose.
“But we don’t have much time to prepare,” she finished for him, her voice hard with resolve. “We need to keep going.”
Until the moment Jack radioed that he was coming to retrieve them.
“We do.” He took her hand, led her to the bathroom, and slathered her cheeks with a delicate facial sunscreen. She didn’t ask questions, but her posture screamed her anxiety. She ached for reassurance…and he couldn’t give it to her. She had to trust him.
Instead, he grabbed a nearby can of sunblock, stood her in the bathtub, and sprayed her from neck-to-toe to protect her fair skin. Insect repellent followed. Her anxiety showed in the tense lines of her body as he helped her from the clawfoot, walked her down the hall, then opened the front door. As he pulled her into the enclosed porch, anxiety spilled across her face. Her spine stiffened. Matt offered no explanation as he bent to slip her feet into her sandals.
At the threshold leading outside, she dug in her heels. He grabbed his cowboy hat off the nearby hook, settled it on his head, and shoved her outside, guiding her down the stairs.
The summer breeze swept across her distended nipples in a hot gust. Despite the day being nearly triple digits with equal humidity, tremors wracked her. She worried her bottom lip with her teeth, on hyper alert. Matt applauded her tuning in to danger. In DC, she would need that. But she wasn’t relying on him like she should.
With one hand, he swatted her ass. The other struck her unprotected pussy again. Madison swallowed down a yelp and blanked her face, but a shiver of pleasure wracked her.
Better…but not good enough. He didn’t expect miracles, but he had to teach her to stay off Todd’s radar. He’d rather be cruel now than mourn her later. Because Todd was looking for an opportunity to kill her. After all, if she was gone, there were no more witnesses to Brent Westbrook’s murder.
When he nudged Madison forward, she stumbled onto the walkway before finding her footing. He prodded her to a patch of shade in front of the cabin, then rooted her in place, lifting the headphones from her ear again. “Don’t move.”
Once he resettled the ear piece, he walked away, stopping a mere ten feet from her, ensuring again that not a single soul was in sight. As he adjusted the Stetson on his crown, he watched her. Madison had a modest streak, and he was testing it hard.
Her body language told him she checked the urge to cover herself, to fidget, to run. Her breathing ratcheted up. She bit her lip nervously, then stopped herself. Her fingers curled into fists. She flared them again as she cocked her head, seemingly searching for any sign of his presence while silently begging him to return.
He didn’t. In the distance, water splashed. A bird sang a low, mournful tune. Spanish moss rustled with another gust of wind that swept over her naked skin.
A minute turned into five, then into ten. He watched her slowly compose herself, though her posture told him she hadn’t quite let go of her fear that anyone with a curious streak and a boat could happen by and see her, bare pussy and all.
Matt let another five minutes pass in silence—ignoring his painfully hard dick—before he returned to her side. The way she exhaled told him how grateful she was, how apprehensive she’d been, and how ready she was to go back inside.