Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21482 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 107(@200wpm)___ 86(@250wpm)___ 72(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21482 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 107(@200wpm)___ 86(@250wpm)___ 72(@300wpm)
“No,” he says quietly. “I’ve holding my peace right here.”
A laugh shakes through me. “I’m not exactly a peaceful person.”
“You aren’t. But being with you settles everything inside me. So it’s where I’ll find peace when I need it.” His chest lifts on a deep breath. “The men in my old unit saw what I was. Never looked at me the same way again. Never really trusted me again.”
My heart stills. “That’s why you separated from the Army?”
“Yeah. We got into a real bad spot. All the men I considered brothers. They saw me change. I got us out of there but—” Voice thick, he shakes his head. “That was that. Couldn’t do the job when they didn’t trust me at their backs.”
“Do you have to worry about exposure?”
“Likely not. If anyone talked, they’d run the risk of being considered mentally unstable if they weren’t believed. If they were believed, then someone would likely decide they knew too much and silence them. Lose-lose situation.”
“For you, too.”
His shrug jostles me against him. “Turned out for the best. Now I’m a farmer. Which means I’m—”
“Nope.”
“You don’t even know what—”
“Plowing.”
“Shit.” His warm laugh fills me up, then he catches my face and kisses me, long and deep. “I love you. So damn much. You and your filthy mind.”
It’s not filthy enough. And another part of me is in need of plowing.
I take his hand, pull him up. Brandon doesn’t hang back but he says, “I thought you were tired.”
“Found my second wind.” The fingers entwined with mine have claws again. All that emotion trapped under his skin, so little of it showing. “You know what I was thinking of that night? Before I said yes?”
“What were you thinking?”
“Of you just spreading me wide and taking everything you wanted.”
His feet stumble a bit. “Sam—” he begins hoarsely.
“So deep inside me.” I lead him toward the stairs. “My pussy so tight around your cock. You playing with my clit and sucking on my tit and I was so close to coming, Brandon. That’s why I was panting your name. Because you were fucking me so hard and I was about to come.”
“Fuck,” he breathes.
I stop outside my room. “Now stay here.”
Going in and closing the door, I strip off my uniform faster than I’ve ever stripped before. Knowing he’s out there. Hard. Waiting.
No doubt there will be new marks beside my door.
I throw myself onto the bed and breathe, “Brandon.”
“Sam—”
“Yes.”
The door near rips off the hinges and slams into the wall. He’s already on me, my bed creaking under his weight, his mouth capturing mine, his hands on my thighs shoving wide.
“Look what you did,” he growls, against my throat. “Was gonna take my time. Was gonna go slow. Now I’m barely going to last long enough to get into you, honey girl.”
“Just get into me,” I pant, tearing at his jeans. Then stop, abruptly. Staring. “Brandon.”
I knew he was huge. But holy fuck.
He laughs, his lips kissing their way down to my belly. “Scared?”
“No. But how—”
“With grit and determination.” A long lick over my clit follows his declaration, making me cry out. “And by always getting you real slicked up.”
“At least it’s not butter,” I choke out.
His rumbling laughter against my pussy is nearly as good as his tongue. Then he licks me again and proves me wrong, my hands twisting in the sheets as he holds my hips still and makes me come.
Then he moves over me, bringing my legs up to hook my knees over his hips. Tenderly he kisses my lips. “You ready?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
I’m not. My pussy is, so wet and ready. Yet as his length slowly pushes into me, I’m not ready for how much I need him. I’m not ready for how much I love him. I’m not ready for how different this is from anything I’ve ever known before.
“Brandon.” I gasp his name, my fingers digging into his shoulders, then his back, then his ass—trying to drag him deeper. Faster. Trying to take him all the way into me.
“No hurry, honey girl.” He kisses my cheek and I realize he’s kissing away a tear. “You hurting?”
Wildly I shake my head. I can’t let him think that, even for a moment. When hurting is the farthest thing from what I am.
“You’re taking it so good.” A groan rumbles from his chest. “So hot and wet. Now hold on.”
As he strokes into me again. Electric pleasure sears every nerve ending inside me, my inner walls clenching.
“So tight,” he grits out. “Christ.”
And shoves deep again. The bed creaks with each drive of his hips, his grunts as rough as the vicious pleasure spearing into me with every heavy thrust.
His mouth latches onto my nipple and I know he’s trying to give me that fantasy, but he is my fantasy now. Not some old dream. I yank at his hair and drag his lips to mine, crying into his mouth as the tension inside me abruptly unwinds and I’m coming, my pussy cinching tight around his pumping shaft.