Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28714 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 144(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28714 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 144(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
Slowly, I slide the ring into place. It's a perfect fit, the large center stone glinting in the light.
She gasps as she feels the cool metal, her eyes flying open to meet mine. They widen in shock as she takes in the ring, her lips parting.
"Easton, what…?" Her voice is breathy, filled with wonder.
I grin down at her, still hard at work between her thighs. "I wanted to see you under my command, coming undone wearing nothing but my ring, baby."
A moan rolls from her lips, and she arches into me.
I thrust my fingers deeper, hitting that sweet spot inside her. "Marry me, Molly. Be my wife. My lover. My everything."
"Oh god, Easton, yes!" she cries out, clenching hard around my fingers as her orgasm crashes over her.
I roar in triumph as her inner walls pulse and clench around my fingers. Pride swells in my chest, knowing I'm the one who brought her to this peak, the one who put that ring on her finger.
She's mine now, in every way possible.
Unable to hold back any longer, I yank my fingers from her soaked cunt and grip her hips, thrusting inside her with one powerful stroke.
She cries out, her back bowing off the bed as I fill her completely. The cuffs rattle against the headboard as she strains against them, desperate to touch me.
"That's it, baby," I growl, driving into her over and over. "Be a good girl for me and take my cock."
She whimpers and moans, arching into every thrust. I lean down to capture her lips in a searing kiss, our tongues tangling as I continue to fuck her hard, pounding into her. She tastes like heaven and sin, an addictive combination I'll never get enough of.
My balls draw up tight and I know I'm close. Determined to bring her over the edge with me, I shift the angle of my hips, hitting that magic spot deep inside her. At the same time, I slide my hand between our bodies to circle her clit with my thumb.
"Come on, princess," I coax her. "Come all over me."
She throws her head back with a sharp cry, her fingers curling into fists. I lean down, capturing a nipple between my teeth. Another deep thrust and a sharp bite are all it takes to unravel her.
She screams my name as she explodes apart, convulsing as she comes all over my cock. Her inner muscles lock down on me, ripping my own orgasm from me.
I growl her name, gripping her hips hard to keep myself buried deep as I give her everything…every last fucking drop I have.
Christ, I hope I get her pregnant. I want it more than I want my next breath.
I collapse on top of her, reaching for the keys to the cuffs to free her. As soon as her hands are free, I drag her into my arms, burying my face in her throat.
"You said yes," I whisper, my heart pounding. "You can't take it back now, princess."
"Didn't plan on taking it back." Her fingers slide through my hair as she snuggles beneath me, pliant and so fucking soft. "Don't want to take it back."
"Good." I turn my head, placing a kiss to the side of her throat. "Because I've been working on getting you pregnant for a week already."
Her inner muscles clench around my cock, and my head flies back, my eyes meeting hers.
"You want it."
She nods silently, her eyes wide.
Ah, goddamn.
I flatten her beneath me on the bed, my control in tatters as my dick rages back to life.
"Oh, princess," I breathe, dragging her leg back up over my hip. "I hope you don't need to sit down in that interview tomorrow. You won't be able to by the time I'm finished."
"Easton," she moans, throwing her head back. "Don't you dare mess up my interview."
As if I would. She's getting every damn thing she wants. Her dream job. My babies. Everything.
"Guess who is paying for a wedding, motherfucker?" I barge into Dillon's office late the next afternoon, smirking at him.
He and Emmett turn to look at me, matching amused expressions on their faces. It's good to see Emmett looking calm and rational for once. He's been slowly unraveling all goddamn week.
Falling in love can be a bitch in this town. But hey, it's worth every fucking second.
"She actually said yes?" Dillon lifts a brow, looking at me. "Impressive, Ames. And here I thought you were as hopeless as you look."
Emmett's shoulders shake as he laughs.
My expression falls. "You know what? Normally, that'd piss me off, but not even you are ruining my mood today. You know why? Because I'm getting married and you're paying for it." I glance at Emmett. "Obviously, you're invited."
"Fucking awesome," Emmett says, grinning. "I'm the best man, right?"
"Uh, fuck no."
He flips me off. "Fine, then you're out of my wedding."