Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 100090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
But damn it, I want her. And by the way she’s clinging and reacting to me right now, I’d say that feeling is completely reciprocated.
“No sound.” I nibble on her lips and set her on her feet long enough to strip her jeans off of her, along with her panties, and I tickle her most intimate lips, satisfied that they’re already wet. “Fuck, you’re wet.”
“Your fault,” she breathes and whimpers in the back of her throat as I push one finger inside of her. “Oh, God, Ryan.”
“Shh.” I cover her mouth with mine again and easily lift her, brace her on the wall, and bury my face in her neck. “I love how small you are. I can just lift you, move you, or throw you wherever I want you.”
“Why do I have to be quiet but you don’t?”
I grin against her skin, then reach down to unfasten my own denim and curse under my breath.
“What’s wrong?”
“No condom. Shit.”
Polly frames my face in her hands and grins. “I’ve got the birth control handled.”
“There’s been no one since you,” I tell her and watch as those emerald eyes go wide in surprise. “Are you sure?”
“Ryan,” she whispers and bites my lower lip. “Shut up and fuck me already.”
I slide so easily inside of her and have to grit my teeth because she’s so snug, so fucking perfect, and I don’t want to ruin this by coming in less than five seconds.
But the long months of being without her, wanting her for so long, and finally having her, won’t let me take it slow. I ram into her, hard and quick, and cover her mouth with mine to keep her from calling out.
She quivers in my arms, shudders, and moans long and low when the orgasm moves through her. Like a man possessed, I keep up the pace until I feel my own release pulse through me, and I let go.
She’s clinging to me as we recover, out of breath, and when I finally set her on her feet, she lets out a half laugh.
“I’m going to need to visit one of your fifty bathrooms on the way to get snacks.”
“Not a problem.” She wiggles into her pants, and then I tip her chin up and cover her lips with my own, more softly this time. “Are you okay, sweetheart?”
“Oh, yeah. More than okay.”
I kiss her once more and then open the door for her. “Let’s grab snacks.”
She makes a pit stop in the half bath by the kitchen, and I open the pantry to take stock of what’s inside.
“You have a lot of food in your kitchen.” She grins as she joins me in front of the pantry, and we stare inside. “Like, a lot.”
“Jake likes food,” I reply. “And I think the assholes who had him before me withheld food when they punished him.”
She stares up at me, and then her eyes fill with tears. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
“He won’t talk about it,” I continue, shaking my head. “I’ve asked, but he changes the subject. He won’t talk about his biological family, either. I get the feeling that his home life wasn’t stellar even then. I didn’t know his parents well, other than that his dad worked at the ranch for a while before they passed. Remington told me that he didn’t talk about his family much.”
I grab some cookies, Polly snatches up some cheesy crackers, and we make our way back upstairs, not talking about it again until we’re in the observatory and the door is closed.
“I could hear him playing his game when we walked past his room,” she says as she pops a cracker into her mouth. “He was calling someone a sonofabitch.”
“It happens often,” I reply with a laugh. “If he swears in front of me, I discourage it, but he’s a teenage boy, and they all swear. Hell, I did. If that’s the worst thing he does, then I don’t have much to complain about.”
She grins and nibbles that cracker. “You’re right. Okay, what kinds of things are you going to show me with your big…telescope?”
I narrow my eyes at her, and she giggles. “You’re just full of innuendos tonight.”
“Yeah, and it finally got you into my pants, so yay me.” She reaches for a cookie. “What took so long, anyway?”
That’s Polly. Blunt as fuck and unapologetic about it. I love that about her.
“I’ve been attempting to be a gentleman.”
“Are you about done with that?”
I raise an eyebrow, set the food aside, and crawl over the couch to her, pinning her beneath me. “Did you miss my cock, Pollyanna?”
She snorts, narrows her eyes, and tries to wiggle out from beneath me, but I hold firm.
“My name is not Pollyanna. I hate that name. I’m no goodie two-shoes. As evidenced by all the dirty sex we’ve had.”