Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 121764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 609(@200wpm)___ 487(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 609(@200wpm)___ 487(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
“Goddamn, Grace,” he cursed, and all bets were off. He fucked his hand mercilessly, and I thanked the universe again for the view I had — his balls pulled tight, his fist wrapped around his cock, the lower part of his abdomen I could see from where he’d moved his shirt out of the way. His muscles flexed as he pushed toward release, and I knew from how his breathing intensified that he was close.
I wanted him to unravel the way I had, wanted to bathe in the power I had over him in that moment.
So, I followed that boldness into the most delicious darkness I’d ever known.
“You like my tits so much,” I said, one hand playing with my pussy as the other slid up to palm my breast. “Come on them.”
“Fuck.”
He bit out the curse, chest heaving, fist pumping in long, hard strokes. I only smiled more, that power thrumming through me.
“Knees,” he said again, this time the word barely rasping out of him.
I scrambled out of the stretch I’d been in, looking up when I was positioned at his feet.
“Open your mouth.”
My clit ached at those words, desperate for me to touch it again. I felt absolutely unhinged.
I parted my lips, just a little at first, and then wider and wider, tilting my head back and locking my eyes on his.
He grunted something between a curse and my name — maybe both — and then he spilled, his release painting me like a canvas.
The first stream hit my chest, the next sliced across my neck, and when it reached my mouth, I licked his cum off my lips and rubbed that slick heat into my breast like it was an expensive serum.
It was disgusting — absolutely filthy.
And yet, it was so fucking hot.
“Holy shit,” Jaxson said when he was spent, and he leaned back against the sink, holding on for just a moment before he sank down to the floor with me.
There he was, sprawled out, his cock wet and softening between his thighs.
There I was, still on my knees, playing with his release with a wicked smile on my face.
There we were — together, on the other side of temptation, completely fucking ruined.
Jaxson laughed, his head hitting the cabinet behind him as he shook his head. I giggled, too, hiding the blush on my cheeks now that the heightened emotions had passed, and I realized I was sitting on a bathroom floor with cum on my face.
Then, he looked at me, his brows furrowing, breathing steadying, eyes darting between mine.
“You’re beautiful,” he said.
I tried to bite down the smile that curled on my lips at his words, but it was no use.
“When I come?”
“When you exist.”
I swallowed, and it was as if the tenderness of those words brought the reality of our situation crashing in like a tidal wave.
In less than twelve hours, we’d be at the same golf course with my big brother.
With his teammate.
And we’d just made each other come.
It didn’t matter that he didn’t actually touch me, or that I didn’t touch him.
If there were any boundaries left, I sure as hell couldn’t see them. The way Jaxson’s brows were slowly furrowing, I knew he couldn’t either.
And the heaviness of what we’d just done settled around us in that bathroom like a cloud of smoke.
Stick to the Game Plan
Grace
There was no time to talk about anything the next morning.
Okay — so there was an hour fucking drive, actually. But we both stayed silent, Jaxson’s eyes on the road and mine on the notebook I was pretending to write in. All I’d actually done was draw spiral after spiral on the page, because that little shape mirrored my state of being.
I was spiraling.
Do not freak out, Grace, I told myself for the thousandth time. Do not read into this.
But it was impossible not to.
Because whatever had just happened between us, it hadn’t quenched my thirst for Jaxson Brittain. It had only proven that my thirst had been warranted, that he was even better than I could have imagined. The man hadn’t even laid a fucking finger on me, and he’d given me the hottest night of my life.
I didn’t want it to be a one-time thing.
I didn’t want that to be all we ever had.
I wanted more. I wanted it all.
I burned for him — and not just from what had happened last night, either. I craved his laugh, the way it would burst out of him almost like he didn’t want it to but couldn’t help it when it came to me. I wanted to con him into more mischief. I wanted to soak up the way he looked when he gave in. I wanted to hear more about his childhood, about his family, about hockey and why he had a beautiful vintage car in his driveway, and which book he wanted to read next.