Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 16136 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 81(@200wpm)___ 65(@250wpm)___ 54(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16136 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 81(@200wpm)___ 65(@250wpm)___ 54(@300wpm)
Kids, white picket fence, the whole nine yards.
I go into autopilot as Evan and I fight; don’t even realize I’m beating the fuck out of him until Lila sets her camera down and races over to the cage. Her big, gorgeous tits bounce in her hoodie. The fabric might as well be giftwrap waiting to be torn apart.
“That’s enough!” she yells.
I back up, chuckling.
Evan stands, a tough look on the kid’s face. “No offense, ma’am, but this is the nature of the game.”
I’m glad he spoke to her with respect. If his tone was anything but civilized, we’d be doing more than sparring.
Lila bites her lip again. She’d bite it like that if I slipped my hand into those jeans, found her soppy and compliant slit, rubbed until her juices drenched my fingertips. Even if she pretended she wanted me to stop, her body would tell the true story.
Holy fuck.
I’m getting hard in the cage.
My solid end pushes against my cup, shifts it around. No way!
I’ve got a hard-on in the fucking cage.
I turn, storm toward the exit and kick it open. The cage is about control, about taming the beast within and using it for a purpose. I’ve lost it within minutes of meeting her. She’s definitely in control.
Lila walks around the cage. “Are you done?”
She’s got two big red spots on her cheeks, all innocence, but I’m almost certain there’s a flicker of bad-girl temptation in her expression.
I walk right up to her. I’m breathing too hard, not from the sparring. My hands curl into fists, my knuckles pressing against the gloves just like my throbbing solid cock pushes against the cup.
I could tear off the cup, bend her over, rip down her jeans just enough and drive my hungry cock into her entrance. Fuck her hard and savagely enough to shock her city sensibilities.
“You’ve got a look on your face like you just witnessed an execution,” I growl. “Fighting isn’t the right subject for your assignment, Lila. You’re a good person. Decent, upstanding. I’d be happy to take you on a tour of the countryside.”
She tilts her head, suddenly sassy. Another jolt of aching lust surges into my shaft. Precome pushes hotly out of my tip. The only thing saving me is the cup. Otherwise, if she looked down, she’d see my thick urgency.
“How do you know what’s too much for me?” she says.
“These mountains show you who you really are. We’re animals out here, Lila.”
“I haven’t even told you where I’m from,” she snaps. Something about her tone tells me she’s not pissed at me. She’s pissed at how badly we both want each other.
I take another step forward. Close enough to touch. If I sunk my greedy hands into the curviness of her hips, I’d be lost. That would be game over. I’d yell at Evan to get out of here and kiss every inch of her body until she was shivering and soaked, her hole ready for me to drive deep inside, owning her.
“Well?” I say.
“Wipe that smirk off your face,” she says.
“Why don’t we get in the cage, and you can make me? I promise, I’ll be gentle.”
At first.
“Don’t tempt me, Boone.”
Why can’t I tempt you? That’s what you’ve been doing to me since we met.
“I think you’re right,” she says, turning away. “This isn’t my thing.”
She bends over to grab her camera bag. More neediness rushes boilingly out of my cock when her pants hug closely to the fleshy orbs of her ass. She looks at me over her shoulder, rolls her eyes.
Can she tell how badly I want her?
She leaves, slamming the door behind her.
I go to the window, trying and failing to get my breathing under control.
“Haven’t seen you like that before,” Evan says from behind me.
“Like what?”
“She seemed to have an effect, is all.”
I ignore him. It’s not like I can deny it.
What the fuck is she doing?
Instead of returning to the guest quarters, she pulls up the hood of her coat and walks toward the ridgeline. Is she trying to get herself killed?
I’m assuming she’s going to snap some shots of the storm. I admire her dedication to her craft, but this is just ridiculous.
I jog to the exit and grab my coat and pull on my sneakers, not bothering to change out of my shorts. Rain whips at me as I follow her, but I barely feel it. Don’t feel the cold either.
She’s made me too damn hot.
I find her standing way too close to the edge, messing with her camera bag. A sudden gust of wind blows against her and she rocks side to side, almost falling, her arms pinwheel, her hands shoot out for balance.
I quickly rush over to her and pull her into my arms. “What the hell are you doing?” I roar.
“What does it look like?” she yells.