Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 14546 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 73(@200wpm)___ 58(@250wpm)___ 48(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 14546 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 73(@200wpm)___ 58(@250wpm)___ 48(@300wpm)
She seems to snap out of it. “Are you going to lift your leg and pee on me too?”
I can’t help it. I start to laugh because this girl is everything. She’s going to keep me straight, that’s for sure. “No, I’m not. But I am going to make sure that everybody knows you’re mine.”
8
Maddy
I’m so turned on, and I can’t believe how much I don’t care that there are so many people in the room that can see us. “I’m yours, Iron.”
He smiles knowingly.
The guy that was talking to me has walked away, and the party is getting louder around us. It’s a lively environment, and it’s taking some getting used to, but I’m liking it. I loved hanging out with the women they all call ol’ ladies. They’re a fun bunch.
I’m looking around, taking it all in, but when I look up at Iron, he only has eyes for me. I smile softly up at him. “What is it?”
“You’re beautiful, Maddy.”
I roll my eyes and shake my head. “No, I’m not. I’m too big, I’m…”
He stops me by grabbing on to my butt and forcing me against him. His one hand stays on my butt cheek, and the other slides up my back and wraps around my neck. With flared nostrils, he pulls my body taut against him. “Do you feel that?”
I blush. I’d have to be dead to not feel the bulge between his legs, pressed into my belly. “Yes,” I mutter.
“You’re not too big. You’re beautiful, honey. You make me hard just looking at you.”
My hands go around his waist, and I go up on my tiptoes to talk into his ear. “How long are we staying?”
“I told you that you had to stay at the club with me until everything’s figured out with Crater.”
I dig my nails into his back. “I’m not asking that. I’m asking when can we go to your room?”
He cups my cheek. “I’m not taking you like this, Maddy. You were hurt yesterday. You still have the bruises and the swelling from it. When you’re better, nothing will stop me.”
I know that Josh is a good man, but for tonight I want him to be bad. I trail my hands up his chest. “I need you tonight. I need you to erase the memory of last night. Don’t make me wait… please!”
Josh’s body tenses against mine. “You don’t have to…”
I put my hand in his and lace our fingers together. “I want to.”
He doesn’t hesitate. He pulls me from the room, and I barely have time to say bye to the girls before he’s dragging me down a hallway and then opening a door and ushering me inside. I look around the room, and the walls are bare. The only object in the room is a picture taped to the mirror over his dresser. It’s a picture of us at my high school graduation. If nothing else, seeing that seals the deal for me. I know I’m making the right choice.
When I turn to Josh, he looks unsure, and I know what he’s thinking. He’s worried he’s going to hurt me. He’s worried it’s too fast, it’s too much, whatever. I take off my shoes. As soon as I drop the second one to the floor, I pull down my pants and toss them to the chair. When I stand back up, he’s staring at me, and I swear I can see his heart beating in his chest. I lift the hem of my shirt and pull it over my head. I don’t know where this confidence is coming from, but I feel like it might be the fact that I’m afraid he’s going to push me away. And I don’t want that. I want to be in his arms.
I reach behind me and unsnap my bra, letting the straps fall from my shoulders and tossing it to the chair with the rest of my clothes. I’m standing in front of him in only a pair of black panties.
He stares at me for the longest time before he finally makes a move. He walks over to me and doesn’t stop until we’re toe to toe. His hands go up and down my arms, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their path.
He kisses me lightly on the lips as his hands roam my body. He touches every curve, and it’s slow and hypnotic. When his mouth suctions to my breast, his hand slides between my legs, his finger stroking through my folds, my legs about give out. He walks me backwards to the bed and lays me down. I watch him as he undresses, and everything I’ve ever imagined about him has not done him justice. He’s the most handsome, perfect man I’ve ever met.
He puts his fingers into each side of my underwear and pulls them down my legs before letting them fall to the floor. Climbing on the bed, he sits on his knees, his hands stroking and caressing me. He’s watching me, and his touch is feather light when he grazes my mound, but my hips come up off the bed like he’s penetrating me. “Josh. Please?” I beg him. I don’t know what I’m begging for, but I hope he knows.