Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 76022 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76022 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
“No?”
“No, I want you now,” she said, stroking me, her movements fast, needy.
“I don’t have a condom,” I told her, groaning as her thumb teased over the head of my cock.
“I’m okay if you are. Dr. Price gave me a full work-up when I first came to town.”
“I’m good, but…”
“Shots,” she told me, scooting down onto her feet, then turning, her ass pressing against my hard-on in the process.
There was no time for teasing. She had me too far gone already.
I yanked down her pants and panties.
She lowered down onto her forearms, sticking her ass out at me.
I couldn’t help but give her a little slap before I stepped closer, before I rocked myself against her, then slammed deep inside.
I don’t know whose groan was louder at the feel of our bodies connecting without any kind of barrier.
What I did know was that we were both animalistic in our need.
Este slammed back into me.
I grabbed her hips to fuck her hard without sending her flying across the table.
“Fuck,” I groaned, slipping one of my hands down to press between her thighs, working her clit. Because with her tight, wet walls around me, there was no way this was going to last.
“Saul… I…”
Then she was, her pussy pulsing around my cock as she came, taking me with her.
I swear I saw white for a long moment as I buried deep inside her, my body jerking as I filled her.
Reaching around, I pulled her up and against my chest, holding her tight as our bodies came back down.
“How about we go get cleaned up then go get some breakfast?”
“Then hit the home improvement store?” she asked.
“A woman after my own heart.”
Este - 3 weeks
It was the first time I’d been in my house alone since the attack. In fact, it was only the second time in nearly a month. The other time had simply been to grab a bunch of clothes and toiletries before heading back to the clubhouse.
But Raff had come back with Syn only to scoop up Saul and hit the road again.
I was told it was a short ‘run,’ and that I could stay in the club with the guys the whole time.
Without Saul’s distraction, though, the house seemed to loom large each time Trix and I took a long walk into town.
It felt like time.
Even knowing that I never had to worry about my old coach again, I felt anxiety flooding my veins as I walked up the front porch.
Trix, on the other hand, had absolutely no reservations. She nearly pulled my arm out of the socket in her eagerness to get back into our house.
It had a strange, closed-up scent to it when I moved inside, flicking the lights on even though it was the middle of the day.
I drifted through the rooms, avoiding the kitchen until the very end.
I caught sight of a splash of blood on the floor, the bloody screwdriver under the cabinet.
Panicked, I threw it in the sink, running hot water and bleach over it until it looked almost new again.
Then I bleached the cabinets, the floors, the walls. I bleached things there was no way Coach Dover could have possibly touched.
When I was done, I finally felt like I could breathe in there again.
Trix begged to go outside to sniff all the new smells in the yard.
And I did something crazy.
I moved out the front door.
Then walked next door.
Sucking in a steadying breath, I pushed open the door.
I didn’t really know what I was expecting. I’d been so out of it when Saul carried me out last time that I hadn’t noticed anything around me.
I guess I figured the upstairs would look similar to the basement. But it was just a house. With the same original woodwork as mine, the same floors, the same gorgeous accents.
The kitchen was butted up against where my kitchen was, and I was suddenly imagining the wall down to make one giant room with a big island, a walk-in pantry, and a little breakfast nook.
The dining room could be twice as big. There could be a family room, not just a living room.
I could see the big, open space, could hear the laughter of children filtering through the space, could imagine a big family gathered around the dining table or in the living room around a Christmas tree.
I made my way upstairs, finding a space that hadn’t been used in a while, judging by the fine layer of dust coating the walls, windowsills, and floors.
Three extra bedrooms.
Three little beds.
A family I never thought I could have.
As I walked back outside, imagining the whole yard fenced in for Trix and kids, I knew what I wanted to do with the money the Novikoffs had given me.
I was going to take down the walls and make it one big, happy family again. After I convinced the current owner to sell it.