Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 86841 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86841 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
“So soft and tight.” His voice sent a shudder through me. “I never imagined it was this slick and hot and small.”
Keep talking.
“Jude.”
“Yes?”
“Do it harder. Use two fingers.”
He didn’t hesitate as he added another and thrust them inside me.
“YES!” I shouted, jerking against him.
His hips began to work in rhythm with mine as his hard cock met my ass. Reaching up, I wrapped my arms around the back of his neck. His free hand grabbed my breast.
“That smell. God, Saylor. I want to bury my face in it. Taste you.”
With that, I peaked. My body spasmed, and his name tore from my lips.
He slammed his thick length against my bottom, and I felt him tremble and jerk his fingers deep inside me. Another small gush came at the thought of him coming in his jeans from touching me. Our heavy breathing filled the small closet as we sat there. His fingers still buried in my pussy. My inner walls clenched.
Loud banging interrupted the bliss, and I sprang forward. Jude’s fingers left me, and I felt an immediate loss as his hand slid out of my shorts. He began to tug the cups of my bra back over my boobs, and I helped him.
More loud banging.
“What is that?” I asked. Or rather, who was that? I heard voices now.
“I don’t know,” he said, standing up behind me.
I started to do the same, and he leaned down to help me up.
Jude reached around me and pushed open the door. My eyes squinted at the light coming in through the windows. The banging on the door rattled it.
Then, a familiar voice shouted, “SAYLOR!” and my eyes widened.
I spun around and looked at Jude, who was frowning.
The door came flying open, and Linc Shephard came storming inside, followed by Gathe; his older brother, Locke; and Bane Cash.
Several things happened in that moment. Linc and Gathe spoke at the same time.
“Are you okay?” Linc’s face was a mixture of concern and relief.
“What the fuck?! You scared the shit out of me!” Gathe shouted.
Linc’s eyes swung past me to Jude. I wanted nothing more than to be back in that closet with him. For these four to be gone. But that wasn’t happening.
“Your phone broke, Princess?” Locke drawled. His mouth a grim line and his expression one of disapproval.
Bane said nothing. I’d not seen him in months. The older brother of the boy I had loved most of my life. Someone I had once seen daily. Spent time at his house. He felt like a stranger now. His eyes flicked toward where Jude stood, then back to me before they dropped to the ground. At least there was no scowl of disapproval, like Locke had given me.
I had to do damage control. Standing here, being silent, wasn’t the answer. But they had just interrupted me enjoying the comedown from the best orgasm of my life. I hated them all a little bit for that.
“I didn’t have my phone,” I began. “I was cleaning and playing music on my laptop through my speaker. It was loud. You know how I listen to it. Anyway, I didn’t hear the sirens or my phone. Father Jude came running in and got us to the closet, and we sat there and waited it out. But I am fine. See,” I said, looking around. “It didn’t do anything to the building. It was just loud.”
Linc cut his eyes to Gathe, then Bane, and I could tell they were having a silent conversation. I wanted to shove them all out the door and lead them on their merry way. I had to explain them all now to Jude. He was going to think I had a ton of overprotective cousins.
Gathe’s eyes cut to Jude, and I stepped over, blocking his view.
Asshole. Don’t you say anything stupid. My teeth clenched as I glared at him.
“Don’t look at me like that,” Gathe told me. Then pointed to the windows. “An F3 tornado just came right over you. We didn’t know where you were. We couldn’t get to you. I think I had five fucking heart attacks on the way here. We watched as an F2 touch down two miles from here on our drive to get you.”
I frowned. I found it very unlikely that an F3 had gone over us. The roof was on, and the windows were all fine. Sure, it had been bad, but an F3 was devastating.
“An F3?” Jude asked, walking past me and toward the door in quick, long strides.
I hurried behind him. He was not leaving without us talking—once I got rid of these four. I opened my mouth to say something when I stepped outside and almost ran into Jude’s back. He’d stopped. Frozen. I moved to stand beside him, and we both took in the scene around us.