Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 98697 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98697 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
I look down as he does and see I’m spraying all over him. He looks back up at me with a smile and rubs my juices all over his torso. Then he taps his length against my pussy and pushes back in.
“Oh yes, yes,” I cry as he continues to rock into me.
“This pussy is better than I thought it would be. Ya have me so hard right now. Are ya okay, love? Is it too much?”
I lock my ankles over his ass as I shake my head no. Too much? Maybe, but I’m not telling him that. I don’t want him to stop.
“Please, Cole. Don’t stop. I’m fine. I just want ya.”
He kisses me hard. “Ya have me. Ya always have me. I love ya.”
I reach for his hair and grab a handful as I kiss him with as much passion as he’s giving me. Licking his lips, I taste myself on his mouth. He takes over the kiss and bites my lower lip as he gets so deep in my guts he takes my breath away.
I didn’t know he could go that far, but the more I breathe and relax, the deeper I feel him go. He lifts up and sits back on his heels, not pulling from my body. I bow my back, pushing my breasts in the air as I feel him rocking into me.
Cole looks back at me with so much lust on his face. Reaching between my legs, he rubs his thumb against my clit. My eyes roll back and I start to convulse.
He stops massaging my clit to run his hand up the center of my body, moving his hand to my breast. He squeezes the mound, then pinches my nipple, sending me into another spiral. My heart is beating so fast. The sound of my juices squirting all over him fills the air again.
However, this time, instead of pushing back into me, he drops down on his belly to feast on me once again. All I can do is clinch the satin beneath me into my hands and hold on for dear life.
My mind is blown. I don’t think I will ever be the same. When I come again and he lifts to thrust back into me while kissing me passionately, I know for sure I’ve changed for life.
As he continues to make my body his, I give myself over to him, mind, body, and soul. Every time he presses his sweaty forehead to mine, I feel more connected to him. Each kiss is an exchange of our souls.
I don’t know what I was expecting, but this wasn’t it at all. I think I’ve found something I love more than swinging a baseball bat. Riding one.
CHAPTER 22
Leaving Scotland
Deja
Cole kisses my shoulder as we lie in bed up in his room at the Black Castle. Last night was amazing. I can still feel him inside me this morning.
If I had to do it all over again, I would still wait for him. I don’t regret not having an active love life before Cole. He tightens his arms around me as he nuzzles my neck.
I don’t believe either of us has slept much all night. I feel so safe in his arms now that he’s here. I’m so happy this morning, I could burst.
“When will we leave for New York?” I ask happily.
“Leave for New York? What about yer gran?”
“I don’t want to go back there and bring any more drama. She could have been hurt if they had come to the cottage and not the castle.”
I still don’t mention my training to him or how I helped to kill all those men. I’m not sure if I want him to know that. I’m not sure how he will react to that information.
“About that. I’ve caught you mentioning training. What happened when Oland’s men arrived?”
I sigh. “Since you insist on sounding like an American, I guess I should work on losing my accent too. I’ve practiced over the years while watching American shows, you know,” I tease.
“Not bad, now answer my question,” he snorts and kisses my temple.
I release another heavy breath. I don’t know why, but I have this deep feeling I shouldn’t tell him what I’m truly capable of. It’s a part of who I am and I’m not going to stop training once we get to America.
“I run a pub. I like to stay fit. Big lads come in all the time. A girl has to protect herself.”
“You’re still singing,” he murmurs into my ear.
“Huh?”
“We Irish sing. Our words dance when we speak. New Yorkers’ words are spoken hard and with confidence. Take the song out of your speech.”
“Oh, I think I know what you mean. How about this? Is this better? When do we leave? Will we live close to Kate?”