Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23289 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23289 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
I’m amazed at how tight she still is. I gave her a good stretching last night, but it’s obvious that I’ll have to take her regularly. The idea excites me, and I add a second finger as her low, throaty moans fill the air.
I crook my fingers, hitting that magic spot. She wails for me not to stop, not to ever stop. She doesn’t have to worry about that. This king will live on his knees for his queen. She comes with a cry of pleasure so sharp the sound is music to my ears. I work her through it, kissing her and petting her and murmuring things against her skin as she comes on my face.
When it’s over, I take a seat in the chair and pull her into my embrace. She wraps her arms around me and buries her face in my neck, pressing small kisses to my hot skin.
“I’m playing hooky today. Want to hang out with me?” I hold my breath as soon as I make the offer. Good sex is one thing. Choosing to spend time with me is another. My heart pounds, and for some crazy reason, I feel vulnerable. I haven’t wanted something in a long time, but I want her to say yes to this request.
The smile she gives me lights up my whole world. “Let me recover first.”
I kiss her forehead. “Take all the time you need.”
10
ACE
“I want you to take me on one of these famous wilderness tours of yours,” Mackenzie tells me after I’ve ravaged her for the second time today. I ate her out for breakfast then bent her over the kitchen island and took her again.
I like being with Mackenzie. She makes me feel alive for the first time in a long time, like there’s a little bit of color in my world. After spending so much of my life in gray, unable to feel anything at all, it’s a thrilling sensation. Maybe that’s been part of my fascination with her. This girl makes me feel that my life might somehow be worth living.
“What do you mean one of my wilderness tours?” I ask, glancing out at the weather today. It’s perfect hiking weather, but I can think of better ways for us to get in a workout. Granted, most of them involve her on her back.
She pads to the front door and retrieves a black bag that was left on the porch. Her friend dropped off an overnight bag for her. She searches through it, pulling out a pair of black panties.
I fight a groan, remembering when she pranced around in front of her open window before she gave me the show of a lifetime.
She hears my groan and glances over her shoulder, giving me a sassy smirk. “I could stop wearing panties.”
“If you don’t cover that pussy, I’m going to keep fucking it,” I tell her, meaning every word. She’s my new obsession, but I don’t think she understands how deep that obsession runs. How much I crave her every moment of every day.
“One of my tours. Did you have a specific one in mind?” I ask, turning away to rake a hand through my hair. She hasn’t complained yet, but she has to be getting sore. I’m a large man, and I’m anything but gentle when I take her. I’m more savage animal until I know she’s full of my come.
She slips into the underwear then puts on her blue jeans followed by a plaid t-shirt of mine. She knots it at her hip before reaching into the bag and producing sneakers. “Which trail is best for the underprepared?”
I think for a second. There’s a gentle sloping trail that would work. It’s great for beginners and secluded enough that I could pull her away into the underbrush and feast on her without innocent hikers stumbling upon us. “I have one in mind.”
“Wow, I didn’t realize this was here,” Mackenzie says softly as we walk along the beginner trail that’s near one of the flowing rivers. “This view is incredible.”
“This river leads to a basin a few miles down. There’s a hot spring nearby too,” I explain as I take her hand. It’s right to be touching her this way. She leans into me, letting me wrap an arm around her shoulders.
Rogue called my phone twice earlier. I ignored it both times, letting it go to voicemail. He’s called me every day for years, and I always answer. Except today I didn’t. I’ll make sure to call him later, but right now, I want this time with Mackenzie.
We walk in a comfortable silence until she asks, “Why did your parents name you Ace?”
I frown, ignoring the pain in my chest that always starts when the topic of who I am comes up. “That’s my nickname. You know the story. Rogue probably told you it a million times.”