Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 71348 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71348 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
He winces slightly at the reminder that what we’re doing is nothing but sex, and I wonder if that means he views it as something more. I refuse to let myself feel that way because that would only complicate things once the baby is born.
Bodie grabs my hand and starts to tug me toward the door. “Let’s go to one of the other rooms.”
“No,” I say as I pull back, causing him to turn to face me.
I lace my fingers with his and walk back to the couch I’d been sitting on. I risk a glance over at Kynan and I see him watching us now with interest from over the cards he has in his hand.
Bodie doesn’t fight me when I push him onto the gray velvet cushion. He spreads his legs slightly, and I step between them. Lifting his chin, he watches me with a thoughtfulness that tells me he’s intrigued.
I drop to my knees and bring my hands to his thighs. His muscles contract under my touch before relaxing again. The connection between us seems to crackle. My hands tremble slightly as I slide my palms up, moving them inward to graze over his erection.
“I don’t care if anyone watches us,” I tell him softly as my fingers work at the button to his jeans. I hope he understands the understatement within my words.
I don’t care if Kynan watches us because Kynan is nothing to me other than a friend.
Bodie’s teeth dig down into his bottom lip while I slide the zipper down slowly. He lifts his hips slightly as I peel the fly open, digging in to pull his cock out.
It’s thick and solid. I drag my thumb up the vein on the underside before wrapping my hand around its warmth, squeezing tightly. Bodie groans and lifts his hips again.
“This is mine,” I whisper as I stare up at him. “And I’m hungry.”
“Fuck, Rachel,” he practically wheezes with need.
I’d never make him wait, so I lean over and take him in my mouth. His skin feels hotter on my tongue, my jaws stretching to accommodate his size. Images of him fucking my mouth spring to mind. I know if he ever let loose on me, I’d easily choke on his cock. That thought soaks my panties.
But that is for another night of play. We have so much to learn about and try with each other, and The Wicked Horse will be our sinful playground for months to come.
Or, at least, until I really start showing and then I’m not about to flash my pregnant belly to anyone but Bodie. Dr. Anchors assured me that sex—even vigorous sex—was perfectly fine, and I’ve watched Bodie at times here in the club.
The man has a deviously filthy mind, and I’m going to enjoy every fucking second of what he can do to me.
I grip his shaft at the base, giving short, tight strokes as I suck and lick on him. The sounds he makes are tortured, and his pre-cum tastes deliciously salty. He’s going to taste even better going down my throat.
Bodie’s hands come to my head, cradling me softly. “Slow down.”
I can’t talk with a mouth full of his gorgeous cock, so I give a short shake to my head before I suck him in extra deep.
“Fuck,” he mutters, lifting his hips again to push the tip into my throat. I swallow, feeling myself contract around him, and he gives a tiny bark of surprise.
Before I can even acknowledge the triumph of making him feel amazing with that little trick, he’s pushing me off his cock and my mouth is empty.
“What the hell—”
My words are cut off as I’m somehow lifted and spun around, landing on my hands and knees on the couch. Bodie roughly pushes my dress over my ass, jerks the crotch of my panties aside so the elastic bites into my skin, and presses two fingers into me.
My back dips in a deep arch, and I groan from the invasion. It’s perfect.
“Wet for me, babe,” he murmurs. He settles just one knee down into the cushion behind me, his other leg stretched out and foot planted on the floor. His fingers are gone, and then the fat, thick head of his cock is pushing into me.
My eyes flutter closed, but spring open in shock and utter fulfillment as he thrusts deep into me and then sets a fast pace. When the haze of pleasure clears, I realize we’re facing directly at Kynan, who is watching us while he plays poker.
Dropping my gaze down to the velvet beneath me, I hide the slight smile that comes to my mouth. I don’t even have to look over my shoulder at Bodie while he fucks me doggie style. I can guarantee he’s staking his territory to Kynan whether I’m currently fucking him or not. I suspect he’d be staring down anyone in the Jameson Group if they were here right now, letting everyone know that my cunt is his.