Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 29462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 147(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 147(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
"Callum." I writhe in sweet torment, pleading for mercy. My body bows as I submit to him, giving him the control he craves. I don't care what he does to me in this moment just so long as he doesn't stop. "Please. Oh God, please."
"That's it," he croons. "Let me take care of you. You think I won't? Fuck no, Firefly. When you're in my arms, you'll never go unsatisfied." His thumb touches my clit as one finger circles my opening. "Pleasing you will be my motherfucking goal in life."
I claw at his arms as he slowly presses his thick finger inside me, grinding his thumb against my clit at the same time. The dichotomy of sensations is too much. I'm full and not full enough, burning for more even as pleasure bubbles through my system, popping in my veins.
"Callum, I'm…I'm…"
"Fall, Firefly," he breathes against my ear, thrusting his finger in and out of me as his thumb grinds against my clit again and then again. "I'll catch you." His lips close around the pulse hammering in my throat. His fingers close around my nipple.
I shatter apart in his arms, crying his name into the room. I fall into him, trusting him to catch me like he promised he would.
He doesn't let me down.
It's the closest to real magic I've ever come.
It's the closest to perfect I've ever felt.
"Stop looking at me like that."
"Like what?"
"Like that!" I cry, hiding my face in my hands as he smirks at me from the driver's seat of his truck an hour later.
His wicked laugh rolls over me, making my stomach quiver.
I split my fingers apart to peek at him from between them. He's still wearing the same grin he's been wearing all morning. He looks like a little boy who got into the cookie jar. That crooked smirk is far too sexy on him.
"Pay attention to the road before you get us killed," I demand, pulling my hands from my face when a crack of lightning splits the sky open. It's storming like crazy. Whoever said tornadoes have a season lied. Around here, any season is tornado season if Mother Nature wills it so. I'm just praying it's been too cold for her to will it to be today. I have work to do.
"I'd never risk your life, Firefly." He shoots me a reproachful look.
"I know." I reach across the console of his truck to squeeze his muscular forearm in reassurance. How can I doubt him? He wouldn't even let me drive myself to work this morning because of the rain. He was worried about me and Kieve. "I was just teasing."
We drive in silence the rest of the way to my shop downtown. Instead of pulling into the parking lot, Callum pulls right up to the front door and then hops out before circling around to my side to help me and Kieve out.
"You go in out of the rain, Firefly. I'll carry your shit inside."
It's such a small thing, but the gesture makes my heart flutter. I don't know where this man came from or how he ended up in my path. I don't think I did anything to deserve him. But, please God, can I keep him?
I secure a grumbling Kieve under one arm to unlock the door and then hurry through out of the rain. Even though there's an awning over the door, it's not doing much good with the wind whipping rain every which way out there.
My foot slips on a piece of paper that was shoved through the mail slot. I bend down to set Kieve on his feet and pick it up, not even looking at it before I hurry to disarm the alarm system.
Kieve jumps up on the door, looking out at the rain. He whines softly.
"Sorry, little guy. There's nothing I can do about it. You'll just have to hang out in here with us today," I tell him, moving to the counter to drop my keys and the flyer that was in the floor. Only when I lay it on the counter, I see my name written across the top in a messy scrawl.
Hope
You were warned but you continue to defy. Consider this your final chance to save yourself. Close up shop and stop selling the water and your witchcraft. You won't like what comes next.
My hands shake as I read the note, bile climbing up my throat. Hot tears sting my eyes, but I refuse to let them fall. Whoever is doing this doesn't deserve my tears, not even angry, defiant ones.
The bell over the front door chimes. I nearly jump out of my skin.
"It's raining like a motherfucker out there," Callum mutters, and then catches sight of my face. His expression turns stony. He's across the shop to my side in three steps. "What happened?"