Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 119597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 598(@200wpm)___ 478(@250wpm)___ 399(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 119597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 598(@200wpm)___ 478(@250wpm)___ 399(@300wpm)
This kiss is gentle, loving, and just as ruinous. The heat of his mouth melds with mine, fusing us together, burning us alive.
“Want to take my time with you.” He pushes down his jeans and takes his place between my legs. “But I can’t. Not this time. I’m not going to restrain myself.”
“Leo?” I stroke his girthy length, making it leak all over my hand.
“Yeah, love?” He groans, spearing his fingers into my cunt, into the wetness of Kody’s come.
“I missed you, too.” I rock my hips, riding those long, curling digits. “I should’ve told you on the plane instead of waiting until we landed. I love you.”
“You tell me every time you look at me.” He eats at my lips. “I see it in your eyes. I’m the luckiest fucking man alive.” He leans back, watching his fingers glide in and out of me. “Look how pretty this pussy is.”
His touch is a brand between my legs, a decadent heat swirling through Kody’s mess. He scoops some of it out and holds it up to my mouth.
I open, holding out my tongue, and he pushes his wet fingers past my lips.
“Goddamn, Frankie…” He grips his cock with his free hand, rubbing it as I suck on his fingers. “Fuck!”
His restraint snaps. He clutches my waist with both hands, pulls me to the edge of the counter, and impales me on his cock.
I’m so fucking wet that he slides right in, groaning, pistoning his hips, and palming my breasts as we kiss.
The shower continues running, filling the space with steam and drowning out our moans.
“Need to fuck you every day.” He plows into me, releases a shuddering breath, and grips the base of my skull, bringing our foreheads together. “Multiple times a day. Never going to stop.”
He watches where we’re joined, sinking into me with long, deep strokes in an achingly soft rhythm.
“Not gonna last, love.” Panting, shaking, he baptizes me in tenderness as he fiercely stares into my eyes. “Come on my cock.”
The gentle, spiraling sensations of his thrusts send me into a tailspin. Wetness gushes between my legs. Heat lashes through my core. I cry out, coming, drenching him with my orgasm.
He crashes his mouth against mine, growling as he fucks me, clutching my throat, finding his release, and filling my body with a hot wash of wetness.
“Fucking love you.” He sucks on my swollen lips and slides his hands over my breasts, shooting a million tiny prickles across my skin, making me thirsty for more.
“I’m so proud of you.” I cup his sculpted face, running my thumbs along the harsh angles. “You put so much work into learning to fly that plane. You saved us, Leo. You gave us a future, a real chance at forever. You’re going to have your airport someday, and you’ll be a great instructor. You’ll be great at anything you do.”
“I want to be great with you.”
“You already are.”
A restless itch squirms beneath my skin as I sit at the window beside Kody, mechanically winding spaghetti around my fork.
Only a few hours ago, I burned off some of this energy in the bathroom with Frankie. But it’s slowly creeping back, this need for movement and fresh air and purpose.
I need to get out of this cramped hospital room.
Frankie says it will be tomorrow.
I glance at the bathroom door that blocks my view of her, the sound of the shower running softly from within.
Another source of my agitation—not being able to see her.
After a bit of maneuvering, Kody and I positioned the too-small plastic chairs near the window, creating a makeshift dining area. Trays of spaghetti balance on our laps.
We angled the chairs to face each other, making conversation easier. The position provides a view beyond the window. But more importantly, it gives us a clear line of sight to the door leading into the hall and the one to the bathroom.
The threats against Frankie are different here, less tangible than wolves and blizzards and empty pantries, but no less real in the potential harm they could bring to her.
“This is supposed to be meat.” Kody looks offended as he swallows a meatball.
The concept of pasta with tomatoes, herbs, and ground caribou isn’t foreign to us. We ate it on rare occasions in Hoss.
But this?
I choke down the last bite on my plate, noting its lack of connection to the environment from which it came. What is the animal in these meatballs? I can’t taste the wilderness, the flavors of the creature’s diet, or the freshness of the kill.
“It’s artificial.” I stack our empty trays, setting them aside. “Everything is artificial here.”
We stare out the window, watching the city of Anchorage unfold at a blurring pace. People move about their day with urgency. Cars weave through the streets in a continuous flow, the headlights cutting through the falling snow. The nonstop activity is daunting and thrilling.