Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 89224 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 446(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89224 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 446(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
A cold gust of air has me opening my eyes, and I watch Em step into the shower with me, glasses gone and hair down, sweeping the tips of her breasts. Shutting the door, she doesn’t say a word as she grabs the bottle of body wash, dumps some in her hands, and begins washing me from my chest down, taking her time. When her fist wraps around my now-hard cock, I grit my teeth. She leans up on her tiptoes to kiss me while pumping my shaft in her grip.
When she pulls her mouth from mine, she rinses me off, then I watch her drop to her knees in front of me and tip her head back, swirling her tongue around the head of my cock.
“Fuck,” I curse under my breath, gripping her hair in my fist.
“Bad word coin.” She smiles, looking up at me from under her lashes. I start to laugh but end up groaning when she takes me fully into her mouth, and I hit the back of her throat.
“Jesus.” I watch my cock disappear over and over between her full lips, her hand on my thigh moving to the back to pull me deeper, her other hand sliding between her legs.
“Do not fucking touch your pussy, Em,” I bite out, and her hand stills. Seeing the desperation in her eyes is almost enough to do me in. Sucking me off is turning her on, and I have never seen anything more beautiful in my fucking life.
When I know I’m about to lose it and come down her throat, I pull free of her mouth and yank her up off the floor. Lifting her off her feet, I pin her to the wall, her breathing ragged as I bury myself inside her and grip her ass with digging fingers.
The sound of the shower barely drowns out her whimpers as I fuck her hard, my teeth nipping her jaw, throat, and then I pull her breast into my mouth, sucking hard on one, then the other. Her walls start to suck me deeper, and I move my hand between us, rolling my fingers over that bundle of nerves. Letting her breast go, I take her mouth again, then groan as she comes, moaning my name against my mouth.
Lost in her, I bottom out, my legs going weak as blackness seeps into the edge of my vision. One day, I might get to the point where coming inside her doesn’t feel like an out-of-body experience, but that day is not today. Breathing heavy and heart pounding, I drop my forehead to her chest, her fingers dragging through my hair.
It takes me a couple of minutes to compose myself enough to know I won’t drop her or fall to my knees if I lose the leverage the wall is offering me. Slowly leaning back, I help her slide down my body to her feet. She clings to me as I clean her up and do the same for myself, then I get out and grab a towel to wrap her in it.
When we’re both dressed and in bed a few minutes later, I pull her into my arms, and she snuggles into me.
“Tell me something I don’t know about you,” she says, sounding half asleep.
“I’m in love with you,” I whisper, and her muscles bunch. “You?”
She lies there for a long time, then moves her cheek against my chest, and I feel wetness where her face rubbed. “I keep waiting for you to make me work for the things that always seemed so difficult in my other relationships.” I feel her tip her head back, and I can barely make out her features in the dim light from the streetlamp. “I love you, Miles Thatcher, not because you’re an amazing dad or a great brother, and not because you’re the kind of man who makes this world safer.” She lifts her hand, resting it against my cheek. “I love you, because you have proven to me what my parents had wasn’t a fluke, that love—when it’s meant to be—is easy.”
“Jesus, Em.”
“Thank you for giving that to me.” She leans up, touching her lips to the edge of mine, then curls into my chest.
I lie there wide-awake, staring at the dark ceiling as her breathing evens out, thinking about my life and all I’ve accomplished, how much happiness I’ve experienced. Thinking about my family, my brothers, my daughter and now the woman in my arms, knowing I likely wouldn’t have any of what I do now or be able to appreciate it fully if I never lost my mom when I did.
That pain left inside me from her loss has been replaced with an overwhelming amount of thankfulness for what she unknowingly gave me in the end.
CHAPTER 35
miles
Standing in one of the windowless rooms at the station, with my arms crossed over my chest, I watch the video footage the gas station near Kelly’s house sent over. Footage Martinez had been combing through up until about ten minutes ago, when he came and got me and Chief Marshall.