Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 44622 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 223(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44622 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 223(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
I flick my tongue along the slit, collecting the little beads of precum already gathered there. He groans softly, his nostrils flaring.
"Fuck!" he roars, slamming his free hand back against the wall when I swoop, swallowing down as much of him as I can in one greedy move. "Goddamn, baby."
I moan around him, loving the way he stretches my lips to capacity. Loving the way he groans and growls. Loving the taste of him and how he trembles in my hands. God, there's nothing about this that isn't absolutely perfect.
I work him over with my lips and tongue, taking him as deep as I can and sucking hard. My hand drifts down to his balls, rolling them between my fingers. Even though he was just inside me an hour ago, they're heavy with his need.
"You look so fucking pretty on your knees for me, Dimples," he groans. "Christ, you suck me so goddamn good."
I moan around him, bobbing up and down on his cock. My free hand slips between my legs, my thumb strumming my clit. Pleasure rolls through me in tiny waves, each ripple growing bigger.
"Oh, fuck yeah. Play with that pretty pussy for me." His hips move in little circles, as if he can't keep himself still while he's in my mouth.
I whimper around his cock, thrusting two fingers inside myself. I'm already so damn close. I always am with him. I live right there on the edge, ready to tip over into oblivion at any given moment.
Right before I can, he hauls me up into his arms, his dick slipping from my lips. I don't even have time to protest before he's inside me, slamming me down on him hard enough to steal my breath.
A strangled cry leaves my lips anyway, my head falling back.
He fucks me like he's desperate to get me there, pounding into me in ruthless strikes that have me freefalling over the edge in a matter of seconds. His name echoes around us in the confines of the shower as I tumble…and so does mine.
He buries his face in my throat, chanting mine as he spills into me in heavy pulses, his big body trembling around me.
"You're my world, Dimples," he whispers, his gritty voice filled with so much sweetness it brings tears to my eyes. He means it. But, if I'm his world, why hasn't he asked me to stay?
For him, I would. In a heartbeat.
"We're going to the winery?" I ask, tilting my head to look up at Ridley as we stroll hand-in-hand toward the front of the building.
"Mmhmm," he hums, a tiny smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
"Why?"
"It's a surprise."
"Why?"
His deep laugh rumbles between us. "You're shit at surprises, Dimples."
"Maybe because surprise is just another word for secret," I grumble.
He just shakes his head at me before pulling open the doors and ushering me into the foyer. Haven looks up at us from the front desk. As soon as her gaze lands on our interlocked hands, a big grin overtakes her face.
"I'm so glad I didn't break the two of you up forever," she says and then grimaces. "Um, I know I said it the other night, but I'm really sorry, Paisley. I genuinely didn't know that he hadn't left."
"It's okay," I say quietly, my heart squeezing in a vise. She pulled me aside during karaoke night to apologize. She was nearly in tears about the whole thing. But it wasn't ever her fault. She didn't know. Ridley and I messed up what we had back then all on our own. That's on us, not her. "You don't have anything to apologize for."
"I do," Ridley says, clearing his throat. His green eyes meet mine. "I'm so damn sorry, Dimples."
"I know," I whisper. "You don't have to keep saying it."
"But I will," he murmurs, cupping my cheek. "Until you know it'll never happen again, I'll say it every damn day."
What haven't you asked me to stay?
The question is right there on the tip of my tongue, but I swallow it back. Now isn't the time to ask it. I'll do it later, when we're alone.
Instead, I just smile at him.
His brows furrow as if he sees something on my face, but he doesn't get a chance to ask about it before Jax appears in the doorway leading deeper into the winery.
"It's ready," he announces ominously.
"Good." Ridley's expression clears, anticipation overtaking worry. "You ready to see your surprise?"
"Yes. I was ready an hour ago, Ridley."
"Spoilsport." He taps my nose, chuckling, and then tugs me along behind him.
Jax steps out of the way, grinning at me.
Ridley doesn't say anything as he leads me down the cobblestone hallway, our steps echoing. The entire winery looks like it was imported directly from Italy and carved from the earth. It's beautiful.
Ridley leads me into the tasting room before closing the massive door behind us. One entire wall is full of casks. Another holds a display of their most popular wines.