Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 65939 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 330(@200wpm)___ 264(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65939 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 330(@200wpm)___ 264(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
“I think so,” she whispers, eyes darkening. “Do you have a condom?”
Fuuuck. “No. But… I’m clean.” I dare not even hope she’s on the pill and willing to—
“I’m clean too and have an IUD,” she says breathlessly. “Not that it matters if—”
“If you say we’re about to die, I will not fuck you,” I say thickly, though it’s a huge bluff.
I’d fuck her even if the swamp were currently engulfing us—and I’d drown a happy man.
“Okay.” She bites her lip and flinches as another clap of thunder shakes the cabin. Her voice is husky. “Then do it as a distraction. Make me forget.”
“That I can do.” I pull her to me, growling into her ear, “In fact, I will fuck you so hard you’ll think the sun is shining.”
Chapter 21
Kendall
As soon as Ashton’s lips clash with mine, the outside world fades away, and my already-racing pulse goes into overdrive.
His tongue invades my mouth, a prelude for what I want his cock to do. My inner muscles clench, and to call what I am wet would not do my condition justice.
I’m soaking.
Needy.
Greedy for him.
Ripping desperately at his clothes, I free his magnificent erection while he peels my slip from me.
“Glorious,” he rasps, cupping my left breast.
“Don’t get distracted,” I say breathlessly.
Nostrils flaring, he captures my nipples—the right one with his mouth, the left with his fingers.
Holy crap. Can you come from attention to the nipples? Because I feel on the verge of doing just that, but then his erection presses against my sex, and that makes me almost come as well.
“You’re positive you want this?” The question seems to require Ashton to possess an impossible level of self-control.
In reply, I grip his cock and guide him to my entrance, where I’m desperate for it.
His blue-gray eyes are molten as they peer into mine. Slowly, he pushes into me, allowing my muscles to adjust to his girth.
No. That’s not what I need. “Faster.”
With an animalistic grunt, he thrusts all the way.
Yes.
Fuck, yes.
“Harder.” My nails dig into his back, punctuating my demand.
He responds by pistoning into me savagely, the expression on his face that of a starving beast.
Holy fuck. “I’m coming…”
His thrusts intensify.
I dig my nails deeper into his skin as my toes curl and I come so hard white specks dance in my vision. It’s as if lightning has struck my clit and electrified all of my nerve endings.
Without giving me a chance to catch my breath, he keeps going with a hard, steady rhythm that pushes his pelvis against mine at just the right angle, hitting my pulsing clit and making another orgasm coil in my core.
I moan as his pace picks up, and then he grunts thickly and thrusts one final time, so deeply I gasp. I feel him spill inside me, and I go over the edge, crying out his name before we collapse into a tangled heap of naked limbs on the bed.
By the time my panting breaths slow, everything seems quiet.
Too quiet.
“Is the thunderstorm over?” I demand indignantly.
Ashton languidly rises from the bed and peeks out the window. “Yeah. It’s just drizzling now.”
Shit. It’s really over? But that means we’re going to live. I know it’s crazy to be disappointed by that, but I almost am.
If we’re going to survive, I might’ve just made the biggest mistake of my life.
At least if I don’t count sleeping with Ashton three years ago as that.
Ignoring the soreness between my legs, I leap to my feet, pull on my pajamas, and look around. “Where’s the bathroom?”
He gives me a pitying look. “There isn’t one. Not in the way you mean. There’s an outhouse nearby.” He gestures at the door.
I gape at him. “What about water? I need to wash up.”
“Ah.” He walks over to his backpack, takes out a towel, and wets it from a giant water cooler bottle in one corner of the room. “I hope this will suffice.”
“Hardly,” I snap. “And it goes without saying: I’m leaving Swamp Sparkle Safari a one-star review.”
He nods. “I might go a step further and show Bubba some martial arts moves that I know.”
“Right, assuming Bubba or Dottie ever come back.” And hey, if they don’t, we still might die here—so there’s that.
As I take the towel from Ashton, my treacherous body reacts to his very naked nearness, but in my body’s defense, he’s semi-hard, again. And exuding heat. And smelling like a sex god.
“Turn away,” I say imperiously.
He smirks. “I’ve already seen all there is to see.”
“Please. Don’t make this worse.”
“Fine.” He shows me his back, and I quickly wash up, then inform him that I’m done.
“So…” he says. “What now?”
My stomach rumbles. “Is there any food?”
He walks over to the water cooler bottle and gestures at a big jar near it. “I hope you like trail mix.”
“I haven’t had it since I was twelve.” I go over there, grab a handful, and eat the nuts and seeds first, followed by the dried fruit and M&Ms.