Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 58727 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58727 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
Another groan pulsates through me, I’m not sure whether it came from Miles or from me.
I suck him as far back to my throat as I can, and then I ease up, only to begin again.
“Baby. Feels so good.”
Yeah, it does. I’m hyper aware of the tingling between my legs. I continue to suck his dick, harder and faster, until his hands are in my hair, and he’s moving with me, adjusting to my rhythm.
“God, Sadie. What a sweet fucking mouth you have.”
His balls are tightening, and I know he’s close to release. Will he come in my mouth? Do I want him to?
Fuck, yes. I want him to.
He has other ideas, though, as he springs forward, dislodging his cock from my lips, and with one swift movement, I’m flat on my back and he’s hovering over me.
“Sorry, baby, but if I let you keep doing that, I was going to come, and I’m not ready to come yet.”
In another flash, my legs are spread, and he’s feasting between them.
Eating me. Devouring me. Taking me over the edge. And then again.
When I’m completely spent, he crawls forward, touches his lips gently to mine.
“Sadie,” he murmurs. “My Sadie.” He kisses me again, this time sliding his tongue into my mouth, letting me taste my own juices.
I run my hands over his muscled shoulders, his taut back, loving the warmth of him, his large size, his sheer strength.
I’m ready. So ready.
Ready for him to plunge into me, ease the empty ache inside me.
He breaks the kiss. “Baby…”
“Hmm?” I murmur against his stubble.
“I need to get a condom.”
I nod. “Okay. But I’m on the pill. And clean.”
“Fuck,” he growls against my neck. “I’m clean too. I swear it. I had a physical right before I left New York. Damn. To feel you. To feel every inch of you with no barrier. Fuck. You sure?”
I nod.
He thrusts into me hard and swift, with a groan that shatters my soul.
“Shit. I’ve never gone bare with anyone before. You feel so good.”
I feel something new in that instant, and it’s not because he’s inside me, and it’s not because I’m in some kind of needy place.
It’s because, in this timeless moment, I know, without a doubt, that this man completes me in a way I never imagined. Never conceived.
He thrusts into me hard and fast. No gentle loving like last night. This morning it’s raw and feral.
And it’s exactly what I need. I claw at him, hook my heels around his butt, pull him closer.
I come.
He comes, hot and thick inside me.
And when he stays inside for those few precious moments while our climaxes subside, I feel something foreign. Foreign and delectable.
I feel…love.
We lie there, joined, for a few more minutes before he rolls off me, his arm strewn over his eyes. “Damn, baby. God damn.”
I snuggle into his shoulder. “Coffee’s made.”
He tips his head, eyes me. “How about we forget coffee and stay in bed all day?”
“God, I wish.” I blow out a breath. “But I have to see my dad.”
His mood visibly changes. “Right. We do.”
I run my fingers through the smattering of hair on his chest. “Does that mean you’re coming with me?”
He turns, meets my gaze. “Baby, there’s no place I’d rather be than at your side today.”
A few more minutes, and I disentangle myself from Miles. Sit up. “I should call him. Make sure he’s home.”
“You have his number?”
I nod, frown. “Yeah. His company number goes to his cell on weekends.” I roll over to the side of the bed and grab my phone from the nightstand.
The last time I talked to him, I was enrolling in the academy. He hates cops, so I didn’t tell him. I just said I was leaving college. He said it was a mistake. I told him he was entitled to his opinion and then hung up. Joey was missing. He didn’t like my life choices. There was nothing else to talk about.
I draw in a breath and make the call.
It rings once. Twice. Three times. Four. I’m ready to give up when—
“Hello?” A female voice.
Not surprising.
“Hi. This is Sadie. I’m looking for my dad.”
“Sadie? I don’t know any Sadie.”
“Is Curt there? Curtis Hopkins? This is his daughter.”
“What the eff?” Then, muffled, “Curt. Phone for you. Some woman who says she’s your daughter. Since when do you have a damned daughter?”
“Give me the phone, Rainey.” Then an angry, “Yeah? This is Curt Hopkins.”
“It’s me, Dad. It’s Sadie.”
“What the hell do you want? Does your mother need money?”
Miles must be able to hear his voice through the phone, because he sets his hand on my thigh and strokes his thumb over my skin. It’s a small bit of contact, but it helps.
“No. Mom’s fine. And so am I, thanks for asking.” But Joey isn’t. Joey never will be again.