Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 70444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
I had a feeling I was going to want to know what she had to say.
“That’ll work. If you have any changes, let me know.”
“I won’t,” she said with certainty.
Then she hung up, making me realize that it was a good thing I’d said yes.
My suspicions grew.
“Who was that?” Johnny asked as he tossed his empty beer bottle into the trash, and then immediately walked to the fridge to get another one.
“Umm,” I paused. “Amanda. She wanted to know if I could pick something up.”
I’d just lied to him, and I felt like shit about it.
Yet, my gut was telling me to keep my suspicions, which were quickly growing, quiet. I needed to be careful with how I approached him with my fears.
This day had been a whirlwind for the both of us, him more so than me.
Another cap hit the counter, bouncing off to hit the floor, and I watched as he tilted back yet another beer.
This time, he stopped with about half left in the bottle.
He set it down on the counter and then started stalking toward me.
The look in his eye made it clear what his intentions were—me.
“Johnny…”
I really didn’t think that him fucking me was the best course of action right now. He needed to talk about his day…not bury it.
But I realized when his arms went around me, and his mouth came down on mine, that he wasn’t going to talk about his day.
He needed some time to process everything, and he needed to work out his emotions on me, so I was going to give that to him.
My shirt was off in the next breath followed by my bra, my pants and then my panties.
I slipped my boots off as he was working to get me naked, and soon I found myself with my back to his air mattress, and his body covering mine.
Before I could pull his mouth down on my own, he had me on my stomach and my hips up in the air with his mouth buried in the place where I most loved it to be buried.
“Oh God,” I moaned. “Johnny!”
Johnny’s tongue found my entrance, and he circled it before plunging his tongue into me as far as he could while still maintaining an airway.
I spread my legs wider, and he pulled back, only to drag his mouth up to my back entrance.
Just when I thought his tongue was going to touch that forbidden place, he pulled back and positioned himself on the bed behind me.
I looked at him over my shoulder, and what I saw made my heart flutter inside my chest.
He looked angry, strong and so freakin’ hot.
His muscles were bulging, his eyes were laser focused on me, and his cock, once he wrestled it out of his jeans, was so hard that it looked downright painful.
I bit my lip and watched as he wielded it like a sword and lined it up with my entrance.
In one glorious motion, I felt him fill me—hard and fast.
I lost my breath once he hit the end of me and came just a few heartbeats later.
His eyes locked with mine over my shoulder when he pulled out just a few strokes later, watching my eyes on him as he came all over my back.
I felt the wet heat of his release decorate my spine.
Long spurts went over my ass and landed somewhere near my shoulder blades, and I gasped in surprise.
He’d never, not once, been as rough—or as fast—as he’d just been. He’d completely lost control.
I’d have bruises on my hips tomorrow where he held me in place, but I couldn’t find it in me to care.
If he needed to be rough to let go of the stress from the day he had, I’d willingly give my body over to him so he could do just that.
Anything.
***
When I woke up, and he was gone, I groaned and rolled over, coming to my feet in one smooth motion.
I looked down at the air mattress with a new appreciation for it.
I’d never slept on one before, but it’d been fun…until the end when I was trying to get up without smearing Johnny juice all over the place.
I cracked up at my ‘Johnny juice’ and walked to the living room, finding him nowhere in sight.
It was more than obvious that he wanted space, so I dressed quickly and was out of his apartment moments later.
Since the door had been locked, I relocked it behind me and headed down the hall to my own.
When I walked inside, Amanda was slinging her coat over the back of the couch.
She looked exhausted, but she took one look at my face and immediately knew that something was wrong.
“Oh, shit.”
“Oh, shit is right.”
Then I proceeded to tell her about my day and how off the rails it’d gone.
Chapter 24
Did you order your dinner? Yes? Good. Let me play you the song of my people.