Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 130512 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 653(@200wpm)___ 522(@250wpm)___ 435(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 130512 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 653(@200wpm)___ 522(@250wpm)___ 435(@300wpm)
Her eyes widened in surprise. She blinked away tears and pressed against me. “Goes both ways, buddy.”
I raised an eyebrow at her word choice, but I heard the lust.
Tugging her in front of me, I slid my hands down her back, cupping her ass cheeks.
I groaned, tucking my head into her neck. “I really love your ass.”
She smothered a laugh. “Mason.”
I squeezed her, lifting her from the motion. “Nice. Round. Firm. Some jiggle too. I like seeing it when I’m fucking you from behind.”
“Okay.” She caught one of my hands and stepped back. A grin was at the corner of her mouth. “We have a house full of guests, and we need to start herding everyone into vehicles so we can get to the wake on time. It’s a literal circus down there with kids, dogs, and all the pets. Nova brought her tortoise, insisting it’s now Harold the Emotional Support Turtle.”
I frowned, moving my head back to see her better. “A turtle?”
“No.” She snorted. “It’s a tortoise. It’s bigger than some of the dogs.”
My eyes got big. “And it’s in our house? How is that legal?”
“Yes.” Her eyes went wide. “Apparently it’s a certain kind of tortoise and they had to get a permit to have it, and it’s only with them for a short time period before it goes to a rescue sanctuary. Quincey told me all about the legalities of it, but it’s still a tortoise.”
There was a giant tortoise walking around in my house. Nova was Nate’s kid, so he had signed off on it, but the fact that it was in my house meant Samantha had signed off on it too. “Is it in the house all the time?”
“No. They brought a whole trailer of things to build up some sort of encampment outside, but Nova brings it in. Him. She brought him in this morning.”
I shook my head. She was right. It was a literal circus downstairs.
I didn’t want to deal with a turtle right now. “Fuck it.” I lifted her up.
She squeaked, her legs winding around me, and I carried her over to the bed. “Mason!” She gasped. “We seriously can’t.”
“Is the door locked?” I nuzzled into her neck.
She shivered, running a hand down my back. “I don’t know.”
Well, fuck that too. I reached for the button on the wall. The lock clicked into place, and after that I was a man on a mission. I slid a hand up her leg, pushing up her dress as I went, and groaned. “We’ll be quick.”
She laid back, a laugh leaving her on a moan. “Since when are we ever quick?”
She was right. I was going to savor this.
Bending between Sam’s legs, I pushed open her knees and bent down, grazing my nose up the inside of her leg.
Her body began trembling. “Mason.”
I liked hearing that moan. I needed to hear it again. More.
Moving to her other leg, I feathered kisses all the way to her pussy. Which was mine. Mine to have. Mine to play with. Mine to love.
She was already holding her breath, trembling again because she knew what was coming next.
I pulled her panties aside. Settling more comfortable between her legs, I stretched out, then I licked.
Sam was goddamn delicious.
Her entire body lifted up. “Jesus. Mason.” Her legs tightened around my head. I only chuckled, getting off on this, on making her feel good. It was helping to push out the bad that was coming today.
I wanted to escape in my woman. I wanted to only hear these sounds from her. I’d keep them in my mind, remembering until I could slide back inside of her again, escaping into my haven.
Another taste.
She sucked in some air.
I licked again, this time using my thumb to rub at her clit. Jesus, I loved doing this shit for Sam.
“Fuck.”
Her hands reached down, grabbing hold of the side of my head. She didn’t move me out of the way, just anchored me to her.
When I slid my tongue inside, her fingers latched onto my hair, fisting me.
I went as deep as I could taste.
She was bucking under me.
I kept going, making her fall apart underneath my touch. Knowing this was sweet torment. I reveled in that.
In and out. Around. It was all about her, drawing out more of those little gasps and how she writhed over me.
“Fuck! Mason!”
I kept going. I was inhaling her, and shit, my dick was so hard. I pressed down on the bed, needing some of my own release. That felt good. God. Everything about Sam made me feel good. I kept moving inside of her, around until I felt her tensing. Her hands clenched, yanking me against her. I kept flicking my tongue up and down, across her nub before dipping back in for another taste.
I needed to do this. It was for her, but it was for me. We could both feel good. Help us forget for a moment in time.