Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 37638 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 188(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 125(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37638 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 188(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 125(@300wpm)
It took me a second, but I finally figured out how to move to get the friction I needed. My breath came in shallow pants, and my hips snapped up and down in an erratic movement. My keening cries were swallowed by Brick’s kiss even as he encouraged me to keep going.
“That’s it, little warrior. Take what you need. “
“I don’t know what I need! Help me!”
“You got this, baby. Keep movin’ on me. Feels so fuckin’ good. Gonna come with you. You take the lead.”
“Brick!” I screamed in a panic, his husky voice and dirty talk finally pushing me over the edge. It was the first time in my life I’d orgasmed. The sensations were at once exhilarating and terrifying. My eyes were wide-open looking into Brick’s. I knew he saw the shock on my face, because his eyes widened and his lips parted before he got a determined look on his face and his hands tightened on my hips.
“Fuck! Don’t stop. Ride it out.”
I did as he instructed. His cock pulsed against my clit, and it triggered another burst of pleasure. Again, I screamed. This time, Brick wrapped his arms back around me and thrust upward, his cock throbbing like mad. He groaned loudly, his body shuddering under mine. I felt warm liquid between us and knew he’d come as well. Both of us breathed heavily. Sweat dampened both of us.
Brick ran one big hand up and down my back while the other arm was wrapped solidly around me, holding me to him.
“You good, little warrior?”
“I don’t know. Maybe?”
He barked out a laugh. “OK. Yeah. I get it. But did I scare you? Did I hurt you?”
“What?” I lifted myself up to look at him. I knew my eyes were wide as I looked at him, not believing the question. “I can’t believe you’d ask that! NO! You did not hurt me or scare me.” I raised a hand to brush over his beard, reveling in the ability to do so. Because he was mine. “That was the most wonderful thing I’ve ever experienced.”
“It went further than I’d intended, but if you’re good with it, I don’t regret it.” He leaned up and gave me a lingering kiss. Then he sat up, taking me with him when he stood. I wrapped my legs around him as he carried me to the bathroom. “Need to clean us up. Afraid I made a mess.”
I couldn’t help the giggle that burst free. “I think we both did.”
He glanced down, stepping back a little. Sure enough, there was a large wet spot over my crotch. I should probably be mortified. Though I’d never experienced this kind of pleasure, I wasn’t ignorant of how things worked. I’d felt the moisture expelled from my pussy. Knew it had been something I couldn’t control so I tried not to be embarrassed about it. I’d have to change my clothes, though.
Brick got a smug, contented look on his face. “So we did. Get undressed, and I’ll clean you up. Then we’ll grab some sleep before heading home tomorrow. My brothers are coming as escorts, given the problems we had. Not expectin’ trouble, but I’ll feel better with some backup.”
The reminder of trouble should have put a damper on the mood, but I was so happy nothing could bring me down. At least, not right now. And not with Brick solidly in my corner.
Chapter Four
Serelda
I watched as he stripped, letting me see his muscled, tattooed body in full. He wasn’t shy about it, stripping off without hesitation. He was covered in ink. Most of it was prison ink, but there were a few I saw now that were beautifully done. Most of them had something to do with Iron Tzars.
Absently, I slid from my perch on the sink and reached out to trace a tattoo on his shoulder. One elbow had a spider web around it. There was a pocket watch with a long, winding chain at his hip and around his back. I wasn’t well versed in gang tattoos, but I didn’t see anything that jumped out at me. Nothing indicating he’d been affiliated with white supremacists.
“They’re a mix.”
My gaze shot up to his face. He watched me carefully. “What?”
“My tats.”
“Oh. Yes. Prison and artistic.”
He nodded. “You won’t find any gang affiliations. It was hard, and I took beatings for it, but I stayed out of them. It was more because I was determined to take my punishment like a man. If that meant I got the shit beat out of me, I’d take it on my own. As time went on and I survived, I was glad I hadn’t given in and joined a gang for protection. I did my time, then got out. I have no loyalties to anyone other than Sting and the Iron Tzars.”