Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 36673 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 183(@200wpm)___ 147(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36673 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 183(@200wpm)___ 147(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
“There is that. I’m leaving this up to you, Delilah. I can’t necessarily take you bareback and ask you to keep us hidden. Then again, there could be the chance he fires me, and I’ll have to find a new job somewhere else. Either way, we’ll make it work, yeah?” It’s hitting her pretty clearly what could potentially happen. This thing between us is new, the sex is off the fucking charts, and the rest we’ll work on. Relationships take work. I saw it firsthand—slow dances in the kitchen, making dinner when time allowed it, Mom and Dad working hand in hand together in every way imaginable. Sure, they had their fair share of fights. They also made up and showed us brothers how it’s done. My own fears are leaving my wife and kids too fucking early, especially since I’m a cop.
“Okay, fine. For starters, since you were bareback inside me, this is exclusive.” I arch an eyebrow at her, letting her know that’s a fucking given, but just in case, I’m telling her, too.
“Woman, since the moment you marched your sexy ass into the station, all I saw was you, no one else. Not before, not during, and definitely not in the future.”
“Good. I’m going to get on birth control.” For some reason, I don’t like the idea of that. A vision of her pregnant with my child, a slight bump to her belly while she’s sitting like this has my dick throbbing with the need to fuck my kid into her before she goes to the doctor. Except I’m not that much of a dick where I’d take the choice away from her.
“Fine with me.” I somehow manage to keep my tone cool as a cucumber when my gut is churning in the opposite way.
“Alright.” Even Delilah’s voice sounds like she’s questioning her statement.
“What else?” My hands are firm on each of her hips, my lips moving along the underside of her jaw, ready to take her and fuck the rest of our worries away.
“I’m leaving that up to you, Fletch. This is your life, too, not just mine.” Christ, she undoes me. Delilah should be thinking about herself more than me. I can handle whatever is thrown my way. She, on the other hand, the last thing I want is her dad to be pissed at me and take it out on her. Though, I doubt that would be the case. It’s one of those catch-22 deals. You never know what someone is capable of.
“How about this? For now, we keep this between the two of us. You come over here whenever. I’ll keep my hands to myself whenever you’re at the station. I can’t guarantee it in public, though. My woman likes the thrill of getting caught, and I aim to please. That being said, this goes the way I think it will, you won’t need birth control, your father won’t need a reason to shoot me, and you’ll be right where you belong.” I lift her up and slam her down on my length. She shudders for a moment but then adjusts.
“God, yes. Right where I belong.” My mouth attaches to hers. Delilah slides up and then down, setting the tempo on how this goes. And I can tell she needs this nice and slow.
“Fuck, yeah, I’m gonna come inside you again, Delilah, then we’re going to take a nap, and I’ll wake you up with my head buried between these sweet-as-hell thighs,” I promise her, knowing I’ll make damn good on it, too. Tomorrow, I’m going back to work, which means I won’t have her here at my place like I do right now. The next time will be when I’m off work, and with me taking an extended absence, who knows how long that’ll be.
“Fletch.” The way she says my name so sweetly, it’s going to take everything I have to take her nice and slow. Yet I know I’ll do it for her.
Chapter 5
Delilah
The blaring of an alarm jostles me from my sleep. The heavy arm wrapped around my body tightens its hold a second after the noise is silenced. I keep my eyes closed, not ready to face the day ahead of us. There wasn’t a whole lot of convincing needed in order for me to crawl into bed and sleep the night away. I was tired, sore, and happy even if we’re keeping this to ourselves until we’re on solid ground. That was the compromise at least. I mean, there’s something to be said about feeling so in tune with a person. Never have I felt the connection with a man that I feel with Fletch.
“A man could get used to this.” His husky voice skates across my neck, his lips rasping my skin. The hair from his beard does even more delicious things to my body, including causing my thighs to clench together.