Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 71348 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71348 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
“Let’s see how fast I can get you off,” he drawls in a low voice. I raise my head, open my eyes, and glare at him defiantly. He grins back at me. “You can act like you don’t like this all you want, baby, but I know different.”
“Shut up, Wright,” I growl, one hand going behind his neck. “And do what you promised.”
His grin goes wider. “That’s my girl.”
I am so not his girl, but I almost cry in relief as his mouth crashes down on mine and his finger flutters against my clit, dipping periodically inside to get more slicked up.
I raise a leg, hook it around his just below his ass, and rock into him. He groans into our kiss, and then shoves two fingers into me deeply. Twisting his hand a bit, his thumb hits my clit. Within moments, I’m coming hard and crying into his mouth.
Bodie groans and picks me up, his fingers still lodged deep inside of me, the other hand supporting my ass. My legs lock around his waist and he walks me over to a wall, pinning me hard against it.
My hands dive to his jeans and I rip them open, pulling his swollen cock out. My thumb grazes the pre-cum on the top briefly, but only because Bodie raises me up and settles my pussy against him. He plunges in at the same time he jerks me down, hammering home, and the air is knocked out of my lungs.
Tilting his head, he darts his tongue out, licking the tip of my ear before clamping his teeth on it. I growl and buck, but he starts to fuck me so hard I can only hang on for the ride. He grunts like an animal during every deep thrust, and another orgasm starts to curl inside of me.
“Mmm, Hart,” he breathes hotly into my ear while his cock tunnels into me so deep I’m seeing stars. “Love this pussy.”
God, I love his cock. And his words. And everything.
“You know what really gets me?” he pants as he continues to fuck me against the wall.
“What?” I manage to gasp, hovering on the edge of a brutal release.
“Your cunt is so sweet and tight, but I know that ass is going to be even tighter. Can’t wait to feel that on my cock.”
“Fuck,” I groan as I start to come, completely embarrassed his words are what tip me over the edge. When a man’s words have power over me, I know it means I’m in deep trouble, because, frankly… no man has ever provoked such a response with just his voice.
In this moment, as my orgasm consumes me, I realize I’m in over my head with this man. The pregnancy just complicates it more.
“Best of all…” he gloats as my body shudders in ecstasy. Plunging in hard, he strikes deep and goes still, groaning against my neck, “Is coming inside this pussy.”
Bodie grinds against me, and I can feel his orgasm ripple up his back while he’s coming. He curses and grunts, thrusting shallowly against me while my muscles contract to milk him dry.
My head drops to his shoulder, my hands going limp where I’d been holding on tight.
Fuck, that was good. So good.
God help me, I already want it again.
CHAPTER 5
Bodie
The door to the waiting room opens, and Rachel walks in. She’s wearing a pair of khaki cargo pants, a white tank top, and tennis shoes. Her black hair is pulled back in a stubby ponytail. When her eyes immediately lock on mine, I put the magazine entitled Pregnancy Today on the table beside me. She gives me a small smile before heading to the check-in desk.
After giving information to the receptionist, she makes her way over to me and sits down with a heavy sigh in the chair to my right. The waiting room is filled with women, many of whom have a partner with them.
She leans toward me and whispers, “How long have you been here?”
“About fifteen minutes,” I tell her. “I’m always habitually early to appointments, though.”
She nods, lacing her hands in her lap.
“Are you nervous?” I ask.
She shakes her head. “Not really. Depending on what we learn here today, though, I reserve the right to change my answer.”
A low laugh leaves me, and I reach over to take one of her hands in mine. She jerks in surprise, and then looks at me with wide eyes as I bring her hand to my mouth. I press my lips to the tips of her fingers. “Thank you again for letting me be a part of this, Rachel. It means the world.”
I’m utterly charmed when her face flames crimson. She snatches her hand back and clenches them in her lap once again.
I’m not sensing any awkwardness from Rachel about last night. I tried my damnedest to get her to come home with me from The Wicked Horse, but she was having none of it. I then tried to get her to take me home with her, but she was equally as stubborn. She’s clearly struggling to establish some type of boundary between us, but damn if I’m going to let that happen.