Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 22762 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22762 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
“Yes,” she says quickly as the rocking of the saddle adds pressure to her clit.
“I’ve been thinking about it too.” My mouth moves up and down her neck. “And how much I like cumming in you.”
“Booker.” The whine she can’t stop makes me smile.
“I’m going to do it again, little star.” I push my fingers in her pussy and curl them against her G-spot. I keep the heel of my hand against her clit, and her breath catches. “I’m going to cum in you over and over because I love having you stuffed full of it. I love seeing my cock inside of you while it pulses and throbs.” Her eyes are squeezed shut, and I feel her clenching around my fingers. “I’m going to breed this pretty cunt.”
She cries out as she cums all over my hand, and I hold her close. I kiss her gently as I coax wave after wave pleasure from her until another orgasm hits. After that her body goes limp against me, but I don’t take my hand away. I like holding her like this. It’s intimate, and it feels like I’m staking my claim.
“You’re right,” I tell her as Whiskey leads us along the river. “I’ve never seen anything more beautiful.”
I want to tell her that I love her and that I want her to be mine forever. I want to confess all the things I’ve kept from her, but I’m afraid it will send her running. I can’t take the chance. Not when I’m so close to binding her to me. So I’ll wait, and I hope when she knows the truth that she won't be able to get away.
Chapter Thirteen
Sabrina
I delete the email and sigh. Another rejection. There’s no longer a question if I should search for places to live outside of Mittenville because I’m officially out of options here. I shut my laptop, leaving it on the bed, and then force myself to get ready for the day.
I’m not going to think about our living situation right now. Today’s the day of the tour, and that’s what I want to focus on. I’m probably more excited than I should be since it isn’t my home or barn. Even though at times Booker has made me feel that way.
Reba told me if Grandpa is up for it, she might bring him later. I quickly get ready before kissing Grandpa’s cheek, and I’m out the front door.
“Holy cheese balls,” I squeak when I run right into a familiar broad chest. Booker's rich earthy scent surrounds me as he catches me by the shoulders. Thankfully he prevents me from bouncing off his hard body and landing on my ass. “You’re here." My heart flutters at seeing him. I thought with time that kind of thing passed, but it’s only getting stronger.
"I'm here." Booker leans down and places a kiss right on my lips. It's so casual, like he's my boyfriend and he does this all the time. I'm honestly not sure what he is or what will come between the two of us after today. Heck, I might not be living in this town much longer. "I thought I'd drive you over."
"But what about my car?" I motion toward it. I'll need to get back home when the day is over.
"You let me worry about that, little star."
“All right,” I agree, trusting him. Every time he tells me he’s got it handled, he does. It’s nice to have that with someone. He’s always going out of his way for me.
“Come on.” He takes my hand, leading me to his truck. “Did you eat this morning?”
“No, I wanted to get there early and help set up. I want everything to be perfect.”
“It will be perfect.” Booker kisses the tip of my nose before putting me in his truck and buckling me up.
This is not the Booker everyone sees around town. Sure, he’s quick to donate and has done a lot of good for Mittenville, but he’s always been stoic. I couldn’t picture him to be the type that would kiss someone on the nose or come up with a cute nickname.
“Where are we going?” I ask when he turns onto the main strip in town.
“To get breakfast. George and Joy have taken over the kitchen.”
“But the diner is closed.” George went ahead and shut it down for the day. Booker paid him more than enough to lose business for a day, heck maybe a whole week. Besides, all of the town is either in the tour or a part of it.
“There are other places to eat.”
“Right.” I nervously play with the edge of my sweater. I’m not one to visit other places in Mittenville. I either go to the diner or the library.
Booker pulls up in front of the coffee shop, and I glance over to the hardware store beside it. Parson’s name is in white, shiny letters.