Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 72643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
How many times had I hoped to hear those words from his lips? They were euphoric. It was as if everything clicked into place. All it took was for him to stop fighting it, but he had always been a fighter. So it wasn’t surprising that it took him this long to come to terms with the fact that we were always meant to find each other, to be strong for each other, and to love each other.
“I want you to use me to get off.” He rolled over and took me with him, settling me on his hips. “Show me all of you.”
I leaned forward and braced my hands on either side of his head. He grabbed my wrists and positioned my palms on his chest. “Use all of me.” He surged up, spurring me onward.
Sinking down, I took him all the way inside then lifted up and pushed back down.
He nodded. “That’s it.”
His hands wandered to my breasts, cupping and kneading them as I rocked back and forth. When I ground down on him, I discovered it gave my clit a delicious rush of sensation. So I kept doing it as he leaned up and claimed a nipple in his mouth. A line of flame traced from my breasts to my pussy as I rode him. All modesty abandoned, I stroked my clit against him again and again, each burst of pleasure building on the last.
He worshiped one breast and then the next as his hands wandered to my ass and squeezed. When he slapped one ass cheek and then the next, I moaned his name.
“That’s who owns this pussy. Say it again.”
“Nate. It’s yours.”
“Fuck yes it is.” He slapped my ass again, sending me higher and higher.
My body moved to its own rhythm, my hips grinding down until everything inside me tightened into that one little spot. I threw my head back as Nate feasted on my breasts. With one more delicious bit of pressure between my thighs, I came, moaning to the ceiling and filling every corner with Nate’s name. I rode him, letting my hips guide me down the cascade of pleasure. Nate laid back, his gaze on me as my orgasm began to subside. He thrust up three times, his body tense, and he grunted—that deep and masculine sound that was so particular to him—as he came inside me.
Sated, I dropped onto his chest and lay there trying to catch my breath. He ran his hands up and down my back and cooed about what a good girl I was. I loved his praise. I couldn’t help it. Wrapped in his arms, and joined in the most primal of ways, I was home.
I spent the next morning trying to evade David’s bear paws during a sparring match in the foyer. After being taken to the floor three times in a row, I missed the softness of the grass. But not enough that I would risk Dmitri getting a look at me.
“How did he do that, anyway?” I circled around to David’s right.
“Do what?” He eyed me warily, looking for some sort of trick to divert his attention.
“How did Dmitri get a video camera on the property?”
“He didn’t.” David stopped circling. “Not exactly anyway. We checked all of the electronics on the property and looked for any additional video cameras, but there weren’t any. Peter also did a check of neighboring properties as well, but there weren’t any there either.”
I tried to keep my gaze up, though I was analyzing how many steps it would take me to kick out and hit his knee. “So how?”
“Drones.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me.”
“No. We suspected, but now we know for sure. We have a man permanently staked out on the roof here with a sniper rifle. Late last night a drone flew over the house. Our guy spotted it with his night vision scope and took it out. We have a day shift guy and a night shift guy until this is all over.”
I rushed forward and kicked hard at his knee. Only an inch away from making contact, he managed to swipe my leg away. But I stayed on my feet and bounced back out of his bear paw grip.
“You’re getting better.” David took up his fighting stance and focused on me again.
“But I’m still not good enough.”
“When you’ve been fighting as long as I have, we can compare notes. But for now, you’re getting better, and improvement is what we’re after.”
I jabbed with my left hand then feinted right. “We’ve been spending all this time together fighting, but I’ve never learned much about you and your brother. Where did you grow up?”
“No.” He dropped and shot out his leg, sweeping my feet out from under me.
I fell on my ass, the marble floor giving me an unwelcome bruise. “What do you mean no?”