Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 90642 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90642 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
“All the more reason.” He spanks again, nice and hard. I squirm, half-heartedly trying to get away, but he spanks me again, and again, and soon his fingers are dipping between my legs as he mixes pain with pleasure, and I’ve got to admit this is just about the best punishment I’ve ever experienced. I buck back into his hands, moaning, teeth biting down on the covers as he plunges his fingers inside of me, fucking me with them, before he spanks me again.
“That’s my bad girl,” he says as he pulls my hair. I feel his hard cock pressing against my ass cheeks through his pants. “You like to test me, don’t you? You love pushing my boundaries.”
“Your boundaries are a little too rigid for my liking.” I wriggle into his dick and he responds with a grunt. “I want to make a joke about your rigid dick but I’m blanking.”
“Good.” He spanks me again then turns me onto my back. “Because you aren’t funny.”
“I am absolutely—” But the protest dies as his mouth buries my pussy and he eats me like a freaking animal. His fingers plunge in and out as his tongue and lips drive me to freaking ecstasy, and I come with an ache in my core and my ass cheeks stinging from his hand’s abuse, and I fucking love it.
He steps back, admiring how I’m lying on the bed in a puddle of pure bliss.
“I love looking at you when you’re like this,” he says very seriously.
“It’s a little intense, you know.” I shimmy my panties back on. “But I kind of like it.”
He leans over and kisses me. I taste myself on his lips and it’s not bad. I nibble on his lower lip, wanting more. I’m surprised he didn’t try to fuck me, but not exactly upset. “I need to ask you something,” he says.
“Oh, no, is this the part where you ruin all that very nice fun we just had? Let me enjoy my orgasm for a little bit longer.”
He sits on the edge of the bed and I put my head in his lap. I look up at him as he absently strokes my hair. It’s such an intimate gesture, and I’m amazed at how easy and open he looks, how comfortable he seems, like we’ve been together for years instead of weeks.
“I want to stay here for longer than planned.”
I sit up, surprised and not sure what to say. I never really pictured him living in the oasis for any significant period of time, but now that he’s saying it, of course that’s what I want.
“Don’t take this the wrong say,” I say and put a hand on his chest. “But why?”
“Is it enough if I say that I want to be with you and I want to make you happy?”
“For a normal person, yes, but for you? Absolutely not. What’s the angle, Brody?”
He smirks and leans back on his hands and tilts his chin up toward the ceiling. “It’s not safe back home.”
I take a few seconds to process that. “You’re afraid Santoro is going to kill you?”
He closes his eyes and shakes his head. “No, I’m not afraid for me. I know Santoro is going to try to hit me again. I’m afraid that there will be people around when he does it and someone else will get hurt. I’m afraid for Seamus and Molly and my mother. I’m afraid for the people I’m supposed to protect. And I’m thinking maybe it would be safest if I stayed here for a while.”
I shuffle closer and wrap my arms around him. I hate that he’s thinking like this. Everything comes back to his responsibility. He acts like anything bad that happens is somehow his fault, even when it’s very clearly not, and it weighs on him too much. I kiss his neck and snuggle into his arm.
“You’re welcome here for as long as you want, but I need you to be happy, Brody. If you’d be better off closer to your family, then that’s where you should be.”
“I’m not sure they’d be better off.”
I don’t want to argue. It’s probably selfish, but I want him to stay here, and I understand his reasoning even if it’s flawed. Santoro can go after his family whenever he wants, and if he wants to hurt Brody’s mother, that’s what Santoro will do whether Brody’s there or not. Still, I get why he’d want to draw attention to the oasis for a while and take some pressure off his family home.
“We’ll figure it out,” I say and I know it’s lame, but I’m not sure what else I can do. I kiss him and hug him tight, and I try not to smile at the thought of having him here for a while, since I don’t know how long this is going to last.