Love Drunk Read online T.L. Smith (Love Me Duet #1)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Love Me Duet Series by T.L. Smith
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Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 64066 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 320(@200wpm)___ 256(@250wpm)___ 214(@300wpm)
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Gunner leans in closer to my ear. “Good, bunny.” He snips at my ear then cups my chin with his free hand, moving my head so he can kiss me thoroughly.

I don’t know what to make of what he just said.

Bunny? That’s kind of weird. Right?

Definitely not something I’ve ever heard as a nickname.

“Now, lay on the bed and spread your legs. Wide.” His hand moves away as cold air hits between my legs, but somehow, I manage to put one foot in front of the other and make my way over to the bed. I do as he says, lying on my back, then I look up to see him watching me.

I spread my legs, ever so slowly, watching for his reaction.

He wants me, and it’s evident by the tent in his pants which he still has on.

Gunner stands tall, he rolls his neck before a sinister smile plays on his lips as he steps toward me. I watch him in fascination, mesmerized by his whole persona. And everything he is interests me. But who is he, really? I don’t know. All I know is bits and pieces, and yet, here I am, on his bed, with my legs spread and ready for whatever it is he’s willing to give me.

This is what you call stupid.

But I will ride that train to stupid town if I get to have him. Because he is that intoxicating. Even when I know I should have walked away, I lie naked, watching him watch me.

“You’re overthinking. Stop.” He slaps my sex, hard. It tingles, and my instincts tell me to shut my legs and run for everything I hold dear to me, but instead he pushes them open and I don’t move. Every sensation runs through me, and the one I’m gripping onto the most right now is pleasure, with a touch of pain.

“It’s hard not to,” I say, sitting up on my elbows but keeping my legs spread. Funnily enough a part of me wants to shut them just to see what he’ll do.

Will he slap me again?

And better yet, will I like it?

“If you’re a good bunny, I will touch you.”

“Touch me.”

“Now that’s naughty. Tell me nicely.” One hand grips my knee that’s slightly up as my legs stay spread. I’ve never been with a man as dominating as Gunner, so I don’t know what’s normal for him. What I should say around him. He’s an enigma and I am going to break his code.

“Touch me, please, Gunner.”

“Mr. Reid,” he replies.

“Touch me, please, Mr. Reid.”

He smirks. “I will make you come, and you will thank me for it afterward. Do you understand?”

I nod my head fast, like a schoolgirl who’s been offered lollies in exchange for being good.

He slaps me again. This time the smirk stays on his face, and his hand comes to my neck applying pressure. I don’t move, staying exactly where he wants me. “You like it?”

Not replying is my best option right now, or better yet, I’m afraid of the words that might leave my mouth.

Hands lighten on my neck, and he moves down, his fingers dragging between my breasts and down my stomach to my navel, then his hand lies just above my sex. He looks up at me, that smirk still in place, as he lowers himself.

The first warning I get is a lick of his tongue. The damn thing assaults me, strikes at my very nerve center, making me move. He grabs hold of my hips, his tongue stopping, which makes me groan for more.

“Still, or I’ll stop.”

One thing I should mention, I move around and make a lot of noise during sex. But he doesn’t know that, so this is going to be a task. Gunner goes back, so I grab the pillow and place it between my teeth and bite as hard as I can while his tongue assaults me again. He’s goddamn relentless and fucking good all at the same time. I can feel how wet I am, and it’s leaking down between my cheeks.

He pushes in a finger, his tongue doing circles around my clit, and he pulses his finger in and out, in and out, but fast. His tongue keeps the same rhythm, laving at my sensitive nub.

It takes less than two groans and one half-scream for me to come. And I come, hard. The pillow still lies flat on my face, bits of it in my mouth from where I bit on it when I was coming.

Pulling it away, he appears over me, and I can see myself on him which he hasn’t bothered to wipe away.

“You’re a screamer.”

I’m still trying to catch up, but somehow, I manage a nod.

“I’ll have to work with that.”

My legs lie out to the sides because I’m unable to move them. My whole body is sedate now.



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