Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 40566 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 203(@200wpm)___ 162(@250wpm)___ 135(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40566 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 203(@200wpm)___ 162(@250wpm)___ 135(@300wpm)
“I remember, babe, remember how hard it was to keep my hands to my damn self and how I’d have taken shit a fuck of lot further.” I move so I’m on my side, and we’re facing one another. Sutton is feeling a lot better. She kicked the pain pills after her first full day home. I tried to push it. Dad happened to be over, tossed me a look, and I promptly kept my mouth shut. He shuffled beside me and said to choose my battles wisely.
“Yeah, well, the same could be said for myself. I thought the house was empty. Had I known it wasn’t, I’d have kept the noises to a bare minimum.” My nostrils flare, my cock has been permanently hard, and every night it gets harder and harder to keep my hands to myself. As it is, her shirt will slide up and my hands end up on some part of her body, cupping her ass inside of her panties, my palm cupping her tit, or my personal favorite, I’ll grip her pretty thighs between both legs, the tips of my fingers grazing the lips of her pussy, only a scrape of cotton holding me back. Well, that and I’m not a fucking dick, ready to take advantage of her when she’s still healing.
“You telling me you went inside your house and fucked your pretty fingers?” I ask, running the pad of my thumb along her lip
“Yes.” Her eyes close on a moan when I push the digit inside, and she wraps her mouth around it like she would my cock. Sucks on it lightly, and once it’s good and wet, I pull it away and slide it along her lower lip.
“Not gonna talk about another man in this bed ever again. You saying Shane heard you taking care of yourself and then what?” I ask, trying to keep us in the moment but also allowing her to get this off her chest.
“The next morning, he confronted me. I wasn’t ashamed. We weren’t married, but what he heard… He heard me moan your name, Ryland.” Her gray eyes widen. While this is a serious talk, I can also see the desire inside of her.
“Fuck, hate like hell he hurt you over something like this. But the man in me, babe, he loves that you were in bed, thinking about me and only me.” Sutton drapes her leg over my hip, opening herself up to me.
“It’s been you, Ry, for a long time now. I never thought I’d have you for myself. I never thought I’d be good enough for you or Case. I’m seeing the errors in my way of thinking. Still, I wanted you to know. He may bring it up, going as far as to say it’s a form of adultery, but never did I give in to my desires until the ink was firmly dry on my divorce papers.” This shit has been weighing heavily on her for days, and she’s finally opening up.
“You have me, you have Case, you have all of us, forever. I wouldn’t care if you were married fucking your fingers and thinking about me. Makes me sound like an asshole. Still don’t give a shit. Now, when you get to feeling better, I want to watch how you get yourself off, and I’ll return the favor, show you exactly how I jack my cock every damn chance I get.” I dip my head, ready for her mouth, when she shocks the shit out of me.
“How about I show you now?” She takes her leg off me, sits up gingerly, and lifts the shirt she is wearing over her head, baring her tits to me. The bruises on her body do nothing to take away my attraction for her. Sure, they piss me the hell off, but damn. My woman is fucking beautiful.
“Sutton, swear to Christ, want exactly what you’re offerin’, but you’re still healing, baby.” Her back is to the headboard, her hands cupping her tits, pinching and pulling on her taut red nipples.
“I’ll be careful, promise. I want to show you. I want to watch you. Please, Ryland.” One hand slides down the curves of her body, fingers edging closer and closer to the edge of her panties.
“Fuck.” I move until I’m between her spread legs. The head of my cock slips from the top of my shorts. Our eyes clash with one another’s. I rip my shorts off as she slowly starts rolling her panties down her hips. The minute I’m naked, I help drag them down her thighs, being careful not to jostle her too much.
The touch of her skin beneath mine is almost too much. I wrap my hand around my cock, pinching the tip, attempting hold back the need to get off before she so much as starts her show.