Rural Romance Read Online Alexa Riley

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Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 85177 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
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I shake the thought off, because I know we did. We shared something special between us, and there’s no way it was one-sided. Right?

No, it was special and different than anything I’d ever felt before. Not just because my bare cock was in her tight little cunt—

“Mr. Cross?”

I look up and see the entire room looking at me, and I have no clue what they were just talking about. Fuck, I was lost again. I need to pay attention.

“Which page was that again?”

The attorney for the buyer looks agitated, and I probably would be too if the roles were reversed. The mediator goes over what she said one more time, and I give the answers accordingly.

Right now I need everyone in the room happy so we can sign the last of the paperwork and go. But instead we come to the end of the contract, and the attorney closes his brief.

“I think we’d like another day to confer with our client.”

“Why?” I ask, genuinely shocked. “We’ve been over this for weeks now; this was a cursory meeting to obtain signatures.”

“I think it’s in our best interest to review our findings today and then reconvene tomorrow morning. Let’s say nine a.m.?”

I press my lips together tightly instead of telling him the contract today has been the same fucking contract for the past six months. The only thing that’s changed from then to now is me being distracted while they read over it one final time. I could recite the fucking thing in my sleep, but instead of creating more tension, I put on my most charming smile and stand up.

“Absolutely. I’ll be available if you need me before then, as always, but otherwise we’ll meet first thing.”

After we shake hands and everyone has left the board room, I grab the bottle of water in front of me and hurl it against the wall.

Seeing the mess makes me feel marginally better, but it still doesn’t tell me why the fuck Selma hasn’t called me yet. It’s not like I can call her brother, who is on his honeymoon, or call my sister for that matter. The last thing I want to discuss with my baby sister is my sex life.

Maybe I could call Cooper? Although I really don’t want him nosing around in my love life. He’s a fucking hound dog as soon as he gets a scent on something. It makes sense he became the town sheriff.

I search the number for the hotel on my phone because that’s the only thing I can think of. What else am I supposed to do with a whole day to kill in Houston? Tomorrow morning can’t come soon enough, and the second I can get a plane back home, I’m hunting down Selma for some answers.

After a quick call with the hotel staff, they informed me that they took her the breakfast as instructed and she left shortly after. That was all the information they had, and they refused to give me access to the video system. So much for “the customer is always right.”

Not knowing is the worst part, but I’ll get my answers at some point. Until then, I guess I’m just going to jerk off in my hotel room to the memories of last night.

Chapter Nine

Selma

This is the second morning I’ve woken with the smell of Luca all around me, and the longing is the same as yesterday. Of all the rooms at the Cross house, how did I get stuck in Luca’s? This must be some form of torture after what I went through yesterday.

Moisture pools between my legs as my breasts ache. I can’t stop the memories of what he did to my body and the desire it brings to the surface. All I need is the scent of Luca and my body is awake with need.

With all the aches from yesterday's accident, this is one I can actually do something about. I spread my legs and slip my fingers into my underwear. It’s shameful how wet I already am from only the scent of Luca. He’s not even here and he still owns my body in a way that I don’t want to acknowledge.

I close my eyes and think about his mouth between my thighs, then let out a small gasp as I recall it in detail. He’d been relentless and didn’t stop until I begged him to. The pleasure was intense but even more so when he thrust his cock inside of me. My other hand pinches my nipple and then plucks at it as I think about him entering me for the first time. That tiny bite of pain I felt as he’d taken my virginity was worth it. He rutted inside me and claimed it for himself, and god how the sight of him made it wetter.



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