Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 83171 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83171 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
I’ve been aching all night for this—this homecoming, this joining of our bodies, this shoving of my cock into her heat. Every time I looked at her—those lips parted, those nipples hard, those brown eyes so warm and intense. She sits on me, all pink and creamy, and just once—just this once—I’ll give her the control she craves.
“Ride me, Skye,” I say huskily.
She begins to fuck me hard and fast. I don’t care that the driver is right behind the wall. She doesn’t seem to care, either. She moans, gasps, cries out my name, all the while knowing the chauffeur can hear us.
My fingers never leave the chain between her breasts, and I pull on it in the same discordant way as she fucks me. Her nipples are sticking out farther than I’ve ever seen them, and they’re red from pinching.
Fuck. I made them red. Gorgeous red.
Her boobs bounce as she fucks me harder and harder.
“Damn. Those tits,” I say again, yanking on the chain.
Then I grip her hips, taking over the thrusting. This is my rhythm now, and as I take over, I twist the chain between her nipples tight, parachuting her into an intense climax.
A moment later, I’m releasing, slamming her down onto me. With every spurt, I grow closer and closer to that place inside me. That place I never go.
That place I never thought I’d want to share with another person.
I’m no longer perplexed. No longer disturbed.
I’m fucking in love.
In love with Skye Manning.
And scared out of my wits.
When we both finally come down from our high, I can’t move.
I embrace her, holding her close—something I’ve done very seldom.
I think about how she’s consumed my thoughts since we met, how I left New York early for her and then had to stop myself from doing it again.
How I walked through the Diamond District and couldn’t resist buying gifts for her.
How I wanted to pummel everyone who looked at her tonight—which was every man, and quite a few women—at the gala.
How I couldn’t bear the thought of her heartbreak over the little puppy at the shelter.
I smile against her hair.
“We’ll be home soon,” I say. “I have a surprise for you.”
Chapter Fifty-One
The limo arrives, and the driver opens the door for us.
I thank him and we walk into my building. I call the elevator.
Skye says nothing as we ascend. Nothing as the door opens.
Nothing as—
“Oh my God!” She clamps her hand over her mouth.
Sasha runs toward us, and she has a friend.
The puppy from the shelter. Skye grabs her and holds her, and the tiny dog peppers Skye’s face with puppy kisses.
Joy. Pure joy in the smile on her lips, in her dancing brown eyes. And on my end? I don’t think I’ve ever been happier in my life to see Skye so happy. I’m feeling pure joy, too.
And damn, it’s been a long time.
“You like her?” I ask.
“I love her! I adore her. How did you know?”
“Tessa called me.”
“But…you know I can’t keep her. My apartment doesn’t—”
I place two fingers over her lips. “I know. She’ll live here with Sasha and me until you get a new place.”
Or until you move in with me.
The thought doesn’t even surprise me. It scares the hell out of me, but it doesn’t surprise me.
My feelings are what they are. Not much time has passed since Skye and I met, but I was drawn to her as soon as I laid eyes on her, and everything I learn about her makes me want her more.
Yes, she can be impulsive.
Yes, she has a need to take charge.
But she’s also kind and loving and focused and determined.
She’s young, and she has much to learn about life.
But I want to help her. Help her grow in all ways.
“Thank you!” she squeals. “Thank you so much.”
The puppy squirms out of her arms and jumps to the floor, chasing Sasha.
“Annika is paper training her,” I say. “And she’ll go out with Sasha on walks with Christopher and me. She’ll be house trained in no time.”
“She’s three months old,” she says. “It won’t exactly be no time.”
“I’ve had dogs all my life”—well, all my adult life, anyway—“I know what I’m in for.”
Skye smiles. “She seems so happy now. Yesterday at the shelter she sat in a corner and didn’t interact with her littermates. She gave me such a sad look that said, ‘Please take me home.’ I was distraught when I couldn’t. And then Tessa…” Tears well in her eyes. “I can’t thank you enough, Braden. Truly. This is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me.”
I smile.
A really big smile.
I can’t help it. It’s the joy. The fucking joy on Skye’s face, in her eyes. I rescued a puppy for her. I swear I’ll rescue the whole damned shelter if it keeps that joy in her eyes.