Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 14775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 74(@200wpm)___ 59(@250wpm)___ 49(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 14775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 74(@200wpm)___ 59(@250wpm)___ 49(@300wpm)
The building’s so small it only takes me a second to find my girl. She’s sitting in a room so small it barely fits the bed she’s on, a metal medical fold-out contraption that’s wedged against the wall. There’s a supply cart and a chair, and barely any room to walk between them. Nobody else is in here but us.
“Why isn’t someone treating you?” I ask as I walk over to her.
Iris shakes her head at me. Even with dirt smeared on her cheek and her hair coming loose from her ponytail, she’s the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen. “Because I’m fine, Isaac,” she laughs. “Just a twisted ankle, that’s all. Hurts like a bitch but I just need rest for the next ten days and ice. No breaks or severe injury. The medics have other people to attend to, apparently someone in the stands had an allergic reaction—far more serious than my sore foot.”
I glare at her for dismissing her own pain, but can’t hide the relief I feel knowing she’s okay. “I was so fucking worried, baby,” I say softly. She shuffles to the edge of the bed so I can wrap my arms around her, careful not to jostle her sore ankle. “I don’t know what I’d do if you were hurt…” I trail off, realizing what I was about to say.
Iris fills in for me, reading my mind. “If I was hurt the way you were?” she asks softly, with so much sweetness in her voice that my heart aches.
I nod, burying my face in her neck and breathing in the scent of her beneath the sterile smell of the air.
“I love you, Iris,” I say, surprising us both. I’ve known how I felt about her for ages, but didn’t want to tell her too soon in case she wasn’t ready. But here, realizing how worried I truly was for her, the pain in my heart at the mere thought of her being injured the way I was, I can’t hold back anymore. “I’m so fucking glad you’re okay. You’re mine to protect, mine to care for, mine to love.”
I hear a hitch of her breath, and she pulls away from our embrace. Her eyes meet mine. “I love you too, Isaac,” she breathes.
I barely let her get the last word out before I crush my mouth to hers.
In seconds, the kiss turns heated, and I groan as I claim her mouth, my tongue sliding against hers. She’s so pliant and eager for me, her hands winding around my neck to tug me closer.
“Fuck, Iris,” I groan. “I need you.”
“Take me,” she answers, her voice breathy and needy.
We shouldn’t. Even though I’d make sure not to hurt her ankle anymore, there’s no lock on the door. Anyone could walk in on us. But fuck if that thought doesn’t make me even harder.
Hands on her waist, I turn Iris so her legs dangle off the edge of the bed. Reaching for the waistband of her shorts, I tug them down, helping to balance her so I can work them down her legs. She parts her thighs for me instantly, shorts and underwear dangling off her good ankle. Her hands go to my waistband, unbuttoning my trousers just enough to free my cock. I’m hard as fuck for her, precome leaking from the tip as she works me with her hand.
“You feel so good in my hand,” she moans, squeezing me tighter. Her touch is so warm, so soft, and if we had more time, I’d let her touch me like this all day.
But we have to be fast, so I grab her wrist and pin her hand to the bed beside her instead. “I’ll feel even better inside you,” I tell her, stepping closer to her. The head of my cock rubs against the molten hot center of her, sending a full-body shudder through me. “Hold onto the edge of the bed, little brat. This is gonna be hard and fast, Iris. Punishment for worrying the fuck out of me.”
“Shouldn’t I be getting a reward for winning us the game?” she argues, raising her brows at me.
“Later,” I promise, gripping her thighs, loving the way she arches and gasps as I push my cock inside her slowly, making sure she feels every inch.
“Hard and fast then,” Iris agrees with a smirk as her eyes flutter when I fill her. “Yes!”
“Keep quiet for me, little brat,” I hiss and start to thrust, hard and deep, the bed wobbling beneath us. “Don’t want a concerned medic walking in on me balls deep in your pretty pussy now, do we?”
She tightens around my cock at my words, and I curse. She feels like fucking heaven, all soft and wet and hot, made for me in every way.
“Oh God, Isaac!” Iris cries as I reach between us to rub my thumb over her clit in small, tight circles just the way she likes. “Fuck, yes, yes, don’t stop!”