Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 111416 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 557(@200wpm)___ 446(@250wpm)___ 371(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111416 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 557(@200wpm)___ 446(@250wpm)___ 371(@300wpm)
“They might have to make an exception, because right now she’s safer living here in Shadow Valley and in this apartment. Now that the Russos know where she lives, she’ll need to put her condo on the market. Or at least once that whole clusterfuck is cleaned up. But until that happens she’s got nowhere else to go.”
Crew’s eyebrows rose. “A hotel. But then, that wouldn’t be so convenient for you, would it?”
“I’m more worried about the Russos hunting her down than my sex life drying up.”
“Look at you, asshole. That’s the first time I’ve ever heard you put something else above getting your dick wet. But you’re right, she can’t go back to her condo, it’s been compromised. A hotel might be her only option if they pull her and don’t approve of her remaining here and playing house with you. Or here’s a fucking thought… you could sublet your place to her while you stay here.”
Crew thought that Nova living in his place would make Fletch panic. It didn’t. Even so… “I prefer you do what you can to keep her here, whether she’s pulled or not.”
“I’ve already planted that seed and I’ll continue to water it. I got your six, brother.” Crew slapped Fletch on the back. “Plus, I wouldn’t want that monster cock of yours to shrivel up from neglect. But let me just say this before we get upstairs, especially since my nuts don’t need a violent adjustment… You are one lucky bastard, Fletch. If I was ever going to tie myself down again, I’d want someone like her. Brave, highly intelligent, driven and hot as fuck. She might not be perfect—who is?—but she’s pretty damn close.”
He couldn’t disagree with Crew, he was a hell of a lucky bastard.
Hopefully, Nova felt the same way about him.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Fletch was sprawled on his back in the center of the bed. Every light was on in the bedroom so he could get a very clear view in the mirror.
Unable to do task force business had made them stir-crazy so they spent a lot of time trying new things both in and out of bed.
Having copious amounts of sex was definitely a huge hardship.
Said no one ever.
Or at least that would never come out of his mouth. And it didn’t seem like Nova had an issue with it, either.
If he wasn’t still working at the gun shop five days a week, this down time would feel like a staycation. Or a sexcation.
If it was up to him, that would be an official thing.
He skimmed his fingers along Nova’s arm, following it all the way to her hand. Her thumb was pressed to her own clit, grinding and circling, while her fingers touched where they were connected. With every tilt of his hips, her fingers brushed over his cock as it slid in and out of her tight heat.
With her head resting on his collarbone and her soft dark hair spread over his shoulder, her hooded eyes remained focused on the mirror above them, just like his. The flush that started at her chest had now spread up her throat.
He covered her hand with his. “Want me to take over?”
“I’ve got it handled. Find something else for your hands to do.”
He could do that.
He flashed her a grin, but it quickly faded away as he continued on his path up her lower belly, his fingers drawing invisible lines all the way up to her breasts where he traced each dark pink areola. While her breasts weren’t large, there was enough soft flesh to fill his palm. He squeezed and kneaded both while strumming his thumb over the tightly beaded tips.
With the way her lean legs were spread wide and draped over his thighs, it gave them the perfect view of his cock appearing and disappearing every time he lifted his hips to drive deep.
Tonight, neither were in a rush to come. Unlike when they had sex earlier at a more rapid pace.
He’d been waiting for her to return from working downstairs at the pawn shop. When she came through the door, the first thing that greeted her was him sitting on the couch wearing only a smile and pumping his hard-on with his fist. She matched his smile as she stripped her clothes off piece by piece while taking her time approaching and watching him jerk-off. By the time she finally got to him, he had gloved up and was more than ready for her to straddle his lap. Without a word between them, she lined him up and sank down until he couldn’t be any deeper.
What started out leisurely, quickly turned into a frantic race to orgasm as she rode him hard and fast, using her teeth and nails everywhere she could reach.
It was one of the rare times he was unable to wait until she came first. Not only because he was already locked and loaded before she had walked through the door, but seeing her bouncing on his lap with abandon and her head thrown back as she clawed at his shoulders and chest, made him lose his shit. The cries and whimpers escaping her parted lips didn’t help the situation, either.