Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 14608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 73(@200wpm)___ 58(@250wpm)___ 49(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 14608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 73(@200wpm)___ 58(@250wpm)___ 49(@300wpm)
He gapes, stumbling as I let him go with a shove. His head bobbles as he looks between us.
“You finally grew a voice, huh?” he says to Lacey, clearly surprised. “You’d have never spoken to me like that before. You’ve changed, Lacey.”
“For the better,” she says back proudly, head held high.
With a scoff, Edward shakes his head, turns, and storms out. The door slams behind him, leaving Lacey and me alone.
For a second, we both stand there, catching our breath and letting the air in the room return to normal, the tension leaving with my brother. Then we move at once, eating up the space between us as we collide. Lacey throws herself into my arms, and I catch her easily, holding her close.
“Are you okay, baby?” I ask her, hating that she might be upset by what just happened.
“I’m fine,” she answers, and the determination in her eyes makes me believe her. “I just…maybe need a reminder that I’m really yours? That I’ll never have to deal with him again.”
“You’re all mine, Lace.” I lean down to capture her lips in a kiss that claims her as thoroughly as she’s claimed my heart.
The tension we’d both been feeling gives way to lust. Our kiss deepens, and Lacey whines against me, her hands clutching at my shirt. I’m still wearing my work clothes, given that we haven’t even left the garage, which are covered in oil and grease from the day, but she doesn’t care. Hell, neither do I.
“I need you, baby,” I tell her, grabbing her ass and lifting her to perch her on the side of my workbench. “I’m gonna remind you just who you belong to. You’re mine, Lace. Every inch of you.”
“I’m yours,” she agrees, and then there’s no need for more words when our bodies can speak for us.
I yank her clothes off, leaving her bare and exposed for me on my workbench. She parts her legs without me asking, shuffling closer so her thighs wrap around my hips. We kiss hungrily, both of us needing this, her hands slipping down my front to unbutton my pants and shoving them down. She takes me in her hand, guiding my hard cock to her entrance without hesitation.
This isn’t the time for teasing or torturing each other with soft touches. No, this is a claiming, a demand, a reassurance. And I’ll give it to her however she needs.
I grip her hips, leaving black streaks on her skin from the oil on my hands, and shove deep inside her in one hard thrust. She moans and gasps against my lips, and I swallow the sounds eagerly, groaning as her silky heat surrounds me.
“Hard,” Lacey whispers into the kiss, scrabbling to pull me closer. “Fuck me as hard as you can, Levi. I need it.”
Fuck. As if I could ever deny that request. Those words from her lips send my possessive instincts even higher, and whatever control I managed to cling to this whole time snaps completely. I tighten my grip on her and pull out, thrusting in deeper and harder than before. I set a rough, hard pace, driving into her until there can be no fucking doubt about who owns her.
The workbench creaks and squeaks as it rocks beneath us, the legs scraping against the concrete floor. A tool falls off the edge and clatters to the floor. I don’t stop. The whole building could come down around us right now and I wouldn’t stop.
“My girl,” I growl.
She moans and whimpers and scratches me through my clothes. Her pussy begins to flutter around me, and her kisses become desperate and messy as she nears her edge. My orgasm barrels closer, but I hold back, needing her to come with me. “All mine, Lace. Forever. Be the perfect girl I know you are and come for me. Your body knows who it belongs to. Show me.”
She does, her back bowing and my name leaving her lips on a breathless cry. I curse, groaning her name as my release takes me, filling her with my come as we both give in to the bliss of the moment.
“That enough reassurance for you?” I rasp as we catch our breath.
She giggles. “I don’t know,” she answers with a teasing tone, still a little breathless. “You better take me home and prove it again.”
“Goddamnit, Lacey, you’re so perfect,” I breathe, helping her throw her clothes back on so I can take her home and do just that.
6
LACEY
“That’s the last one, kiddo!” Mr. Anderson, who insists I call him Craig, calls out as he sets a big box of clothes down on the living room floor. The whole place is a mess of boxes and luggage, the couch stacked high with sheets and coats that didn’t fit in the boxes. It’s a chaotic collection of stuff, but instead of stressing me out or overwhelming me, it makes me insanely happy.