Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 105065 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 525(@200wpm)___ 420(@250wpm)___ 350(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105065 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 525(@200wpm)___ 420(@250wpm)___ 350(@300wpm)
I close my eyes and blow out a breath, afraid of what he might say. “What?”
“I wanted to bend ye over the table and eat your hot little cunt before the whole lot of them,” he says.
I blink my eyes open, shocked by the heated possession staring back at me. He really does think I’m his. I don’t know how to feel about that. Will he feel the same after tonight?
He spreads my legs and leans back just enough so that he can grip his cock in his hand, sliding it against my arousal. A strangled noise leaves my throat, and this pleases him. But when he positions himself at my entrance, I tense up a little, and he doesn’t miss it.
“What’s the matter, sweetheart?” he asks. “Afraid I won’t fit?”
“Yes,” I lie.
My answer makes him groan, and then he’s leaning forward, bracing himself on the weight of his elbows as his lips find mine.
“I’ll be good to you,” he murmurs against me.
He starts to push inside, and just as I suspect, there’s a slight bite of pain. He’s too frigging big.
I bite my lip and he closes his eyes as his entire body tightens in my grasp.
“Jaysus, ye’re tight,” he grunts.
And then it happens. He meets my resistance, and it breaks inside of me. It isn’t as bad as I thought, but Lachlan definitely notices. He pauses, his eyes flying open as he stares into mine. Nothing is said for a few long moments. Only the sound of our heavy breathing fills the room as I reach up with a shaky hand and stroke his scruff.
“You’re my first.”
Something about those words turns the fire in his eyes into a blazing inferno. His lips crash down on mine, and he kisses me until my lips are swollen with his roughness. When he pulls away, his eyes are heavy with lust and my own heart is thudding violently in my chest.
He starts to roll his hips inside of me at the same time his thumb finds my clit. He doesn’t take his eyes off me for a second, and I can’t look away either. For some reason, this is more intimate than the act itself. Knowing that he’s the first and only man to have me this way. To be inside of me. But it’s his eyes on mine while he stuffs me with his cock that makes my pulse skyrocket.
It isn’t long until I’m bucking against him, overcome by the intensity of what I’m feeling. I didn’t expect it to feel good. I only expected pain. But it does feel good. He’s driving in and out of my wetness. His hands are branding me with the heat of his possession, his eyes searing me with one train of thought. I belong to him. Only him. He tells me as much when I shatter around him.
Tension ripples along his back and his biceps as he struggles for control. His body is slick with sweat and he looks like he’s in agony. Then his head falls back and his mouth parts as he groans out his release. He jerks inside of me, hot jets of his cum filling my womb. It’s only then that I realize we didn’t even use a condom. He doesn’t say it, but it’s in his eyes. He’s thinking the same thing.
“I’m on the pill,” I blurt. “And I’m clean, obviously.”
“Aye.” He grins. “Obviously. Me too, sweetheart.”
His eyes soften as he reaches down and kisses me. This time it’s soft and sweet. It freaks me the hell out. I don’t do this. I don’t do intimacy in any form. But that isn’t even what’s bothering me about this. What’s bothering me is that I’m not bothered by his touch. His kiss. I should be. I should be very bothered. I cannot let my defenses down against this guy.
When he collapses next to me on the bed, I try to scramble away towards the bathroom, but he captures my wrist and stops me.
“What in the bleeding hell do ye think ye’re doing?” he demands.
“I was just going to get cleaned up.”
He jerks me back towards him and wraps an arm around me. “Ye don’t get out of my bed the minute I blow my load into you,” he says.
He sounds genuinely offended, so I try to ignore my discomfort and allow myself to relax around him. But it’s obvious to both of us, it’s not going to happen.
“Haven’t ye ever just been held before, Mack?” he asks.
I tense at his question. No, I haven’t. And that’s how I prefer it. So friggen what?
“Look, Lachlan,” I tell him. “You should probably know right now that I’m defective. I’m missing that chip other people have. The one that makes women want to be held and cuddled. I don’t want or need those things. There’s nothing like that inside of me, okay. So just drop it.”
He turns my face towards his and gives me a sad expression. Pity. “Ye’re dead wrong about that, Mack,” he says softly. “Maybe you can’t see it, but I can.”
I open my mouth to tell him off, but he kisses me again and then squeezes my ass.
“Come.” He takes my hand in his. “Let’s have a shower.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
Mackenzie
I wake up in ecstasy. Quite literally, since Lach’s got his face buried between my legs.
Holy shit, this guy and his tongue. He knows how to use it that’s for sure. I’m grabbing his hair, arching my back, wiggling my hips around and making all sorts of crazy noises while he laps at me. All I can see is his dark hair bobbing up and down between my thighs, and it’s fricken hot.
All of this combined pushes me over the edge. Jesus, I don’t even last two minutes. That can’t be normal, right?
Lachlan pulls away, his lips still wet with my arousal as he pushes his hips between my legs. He’s staring at me. Hard. His eyes are flicking back and forth between mine, appraising. Something has changed between us. I know he can feel it too.