When the Dust Settles – Timing Read Online Mary Calmes

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Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 63469 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 317(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
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I smiled at him.

“Don’t get me wrong, you’ve always been a sight to see, but now? Now you take my breath away.”

I had no idea what to say, so I went with, “I don’t belong on a ranch.”

“Not as a cowboy, no,” he replied, graciously letting me change the subject before I shattered into a million pieces with the sweetness and cadence of his compliments. His voice was like honey. “But that’s not what Rand needs anyway. He needs you because you’re a member of his family, and he wants you around him and Stef and Wyatt, and he needs your skills with people because he has none.”

I chuckled.

“Don’t get me wrong, the man inspires lifelong loyalty in his men, but that ain’t what I’m speakin’ of.”

I knew that too.

“You know as well as anyone that Rand has a very direct way about him that puts people off right quick, and trying to talk to him about it is like tryin’ to walk snakes.”

God, he was beautiful, and listening to him talk about other things put me at ease and felt so natural, like we’d been doing this forever. I was going to say something, tell him how I felt, when he squeezed my hips with his thighs and I jolted in pain.

“Oh shit,” he gasped, and in seconds he had us trading places, me on top and him below me on the thin padding on the cot. “Better?”

I was sitting with his wide, thick cock nestled between my ass cheeks. I was light-headed with just the feel of him, that’s how much better it was.

“Maclain,” I whispered, his skin and muscles under me sending a jolt of adrenaline pumping through my veins.

“Lift up,” he directed me. “Move back just a bit, and take the lube and grease your cock up real good.”

But looking at his length standing rigid and dripping between us, I had other thoughts.

“Glenn, you’re going to need to lift my legs up on your shoulders when you shove inside me, and I need you to be at a different angle than you’re—”

“Maclain.”

“Glenn,” he said playfully, smiling up at me.

“It doesn’t make you feel…?” How was I supposed to ask this?

“Talk to me,” he prodded, reaching up to trace over my left eyebrow.

I smiled down at him, realized I couldn’t say it. Couldn’t ask. Not yet. “You like my face.”

He nodded. “I do. I trip over things when I’m walking whenever you look at me.”

“No. That’s me. I trip all the time.”

“When you’re tired and worn out, yes,” he agreed. “But not normally. You run at night in the dark, honey. You’re pretty fuckin’ coordinated.”

I glared down at him. “How come you’re only saying nice things to me now?”

He reached behind me and pinched my ass. “Because you’re naked, and I don’t just mean that you’ve got no clothes on.”

“What?”

“I see you,” he said pointedly. “You try so hard at everything. And some of it is shit, like trying to be as big as the other men in your family when clearly you were made leaner, smaller, with them long lashes and big eyes and that mouth that makes my dick hard just lookin’ at it.”

A pulse ran through me, and I made the decision to slather the lube on his dick instead of mine. I wanted to stroke his flesh, not my own.

“You try to carry all the people who work for you on your back.”

“How do you—”

“I’ve been in there to eat. I talk to them, but mostly I listen.”

“I’ve never seen you.”

“You’re always running. Literally.”

“Are you stalking me?” I asked hopefully.

“I check on you,” he conceded.

“What’s the difference?” I asked, squeezing his cock, tugging gently, watching as it seeped pearly drops of precum.

“I—” He closed his eyes for a moment, and I watched him take a breath in and hold it, wetting his lips before he opened his eyes. “What?”

Me touching him had fried his brain, and I loved that.

Curling over him, I took his mouth, made him open for my tongue, and I sucked on his as I kissed him long and slow and deep. His throaty groan was full of yearning, and I chuckled against his lips.

“You know you have power over me, and you’re getting off on using it,” he said hoarsely, hands fisted at his sides, gripping the metal sides of the sturdy cot.

“Why aren’t you touching me?” I teased, taking hold of his now-slippery cock and pressing the head to my entrance. “Don’t like me anymore?”

“If I put my hands on you, hurt or not, virgin or not, I will flip you over and bury myself to the balls in your ass.”

“No, I don’t think you would,” I said, confident in my belief even as I pushed back, taking in only his head, the stretch and burn sucking my breath away.



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