Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 144571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 723(@200wpm)___ 578(@250wpm)___ 482(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 144571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 723(@200wpm)___ 578(@250wpm)___ 482(@300wpm)
“Something you’re not?”
“Yes. Baby, I’m good at one thing on this planet, and it’s not flying. Though I’m excellent at that. My parents are super smart. They’re problem solvers. They can save the world. I can fly anything with wings, but that’s not the job I’m truly excellent at. I’m good at doing that word we’re not saying yet when it comes to you. I might have been shitty at it in the past, but…”
She moved suddenly into his space, and her lips were on his. “Shut up, Coop. I can’t. I can’t fix things tonight, but I can promise you I’ll think about it. I can promise you that I won’t make decisions without talking to you.”
Shit. She was serious. Kala was the ultimate independent woman. If she was offering to discuss the future, then he had a real shot.
He wrapped his arms around her and sank into the now.
* * * *
Kala felt his tongue slide against hers and wondered how the hell she’d ever lived without this. How had she gotten through life without his hands on her, without the comfort of knowing he was hers?
How would she ever go back to not having it?
She kissed him, moving her body so she straddled him and got his cock against the juncture of her thighs. She didn’t make a move yet, simply wanted the feel of him. The warmth of him.
Every word he’d said slid into her soul, finding all the cracks in her walls. But instead of breaking her down, she somehow felt stronger. Like instead of splitting her walls, he’d simply found a way to the other side and then him being there strengthened her.
She’d meant what she’d told him. This wouldn’t be fixed in a night. It wouldn’t be decided by sex and talking. Time was what she needed.
She knew one thing. She was going to tell Lena that. Time. She needed time to decide if she would take the woman up on her offer because so many things Cooper said made sense.
Her mother wasn’t normal. Her father was so far from it he defied the very word.
And yet they were happy. They loved their family, loved her so much they’d supported her when they didn’t agree with her decisions.
Was that all that was required? Love.
What if she was being a coward by not asking the real questions—the ones she was afraid to ask. The ones that might mean she needed some help, and help seemed like weakness.
But she would never say that to a friend. Ever. Why did she deserve less?
Stop. She was going to spiral if she kept down this path. “Cooper, I need something.”
“Anything,” he replied.
She knew exactly what could take her mind off all the questions roiling around in her brain. There was something they hadn’t done yet, and she wanted to know what it felt like. He’d spent an enormous amount of time pleasuring her with his mouth and tongue, and she wanted the same. She tossed the blanket aside and slid down his body, putting herself between his knees. He’d changed into sweatpants after they’d gotten the tent set up. Just one. They hadn’t even brought two, and she hadn’t pretended when she’d laid out their sleeping bags. One on bottom and another as a blanket, zipping them together to form a double bed.
For as long as they were together, she would be with him. And she would think about everything he’d said, about whether she could put aside the scared little girl and be the woman he needed.
She stared at him as she allowed her fingers to find the waistband of his sweats, dragging them down so his cock bounced free.
“Fuck,” he hissed between clenched teeth. “You’re going to make me beg, aren’t you?”
She’d been thinking a lot about where they could go with this. “I don’t know if I’ll ever want you to spank me, Coop.”
“I don’t need to.”
“But I do kind of like the violet wand.” She’d been introduced to it in her training classes at The Club. Every top was expected to experience what their subs went through, and she’d found the violet wand rather stimulating. What would it be like if she truly trusted the person on the other side?
His lips kicked up in the most devilish grin. “Oh, I can handle that, baby. And while I don’t think I ever want to lay over your knee, either, we can talk about other forms of play. You’ll find I’m quite open for the right woman. For a very specific woman. Touch me.”
So bossy. But it didn’t feel wrong with him. She wrapped her hand around that gorgeous dick of his and gave him a firm squeeze, loving the groan that went through her man.
Her man. For now.
Forever.
She would fuck up anyone who hurt him. Even if she had to leave, even if it couldn’t work, she would watch over him.