Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 35378 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 142(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35378 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 142(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
She moaned.
Arched up.
Begged for more.
Nate didn’t stop. He ravished her pussy. Sending her moving higher up into an orgasm, faster than she expected. This was more than she had done with anyone.
When she came, Nate didn’t stop. He continued to lick at her cunt as if he was a drowning man and her pussy was his salvation. It was the single most amazing experience in all her life.
She never wanted him to stop.
He brought her down from the peak only to send her hurtling back toward another orgasm. Twice within a matter of minutes. She didn’t think it was possible.
But as he moved over her, kissing her lips, she tasted herself and wasn’t repulsed. The hard length of his cock grazed her, and this time, she pushed him to the bed.
“Lemon?”
“I don’t have a clue what I’m doing, but that doesn’t mean I’m not a fast learner.” She didn’t dare kiss his body.
Her hands shook as she pulled down his boxer briefs, and the sexiness of the moment was gone.
His cock sprang forward, and she stared at him, wrapping her fingers around his length, much like she’d seen in porn movies.
“Tell me what you want.” She licked the tip.
“Oh, fuck, that feels good. Don’t use too much teeth, but put your mouth on me.”
That night, as she experienced her first two orgasms at the hands of the man who drove her wild, she also learned how to suck his cock.
Nate showed her with his actions how he liked to be licked, to get his length nice and slick before she took him into her mouth. When she moaned, he arched up. His fingers sank into her hair, holding her in place as he thrust into her mouth.
She let him, loving the way he let go.
This wasn’t love. This was sex.
That was what she was going to have with Nate. She was finally going to get to see what all the fuss was about.
Love didn’t come into the equation.
She had no clue as to why that felt like the biggest lie of her life.
Chapter Four
Nate came awake as he heard the lock on his kitchen door. Lemon was curled up in his arms, and every single warning bell went off in his head.
He reached for his cell phone and swiped into his security system to see a man entering his premises.
Fuck.
Lemon was still fast asleep, and he slowly extracted himself from her embrace, missing her warmth the instant he did it.
He pulled on his boxers.
Last night with Lemon in his bed, he hadn’t fucked her, but he’d enjoyed exploring her body.
After leaving his bedroom, he closed the door and flicked the lock into place, to keep her safe.
On his way downstairs, avoiding all the floorboard creaks, he grabbed the first weapon he came to, a knife, then a gun. He held both within his grip.
This was fucking bullshit.
Lemon in his bed. Whoever had been out there had learned a new hiding spot, clearly. When Lemon was at work, he would have no choice but to case the area, to see if there was a part of the neighborhood he’d missed.
Adrenaline pumped through his system. He was so fucking ready for whoever came close.
One quick glance around a corner, he saw the bastard staring at his photographs.
Fuck!
With Lemon asleep upstairs, he planned his attack, slowly, swiftly, and with ease.
This person was clearly an amateur. You didn’t stop and admire the décor when you were intent on killing someone.
With the guy distracted, Nate moved quickly, swiftly, putting himself at a more advantageous position.
Who the hell was this man?
From his new place, looking at the man in the mirror, it was clear. The ink of the O’Leaves was clear on his neck.
This shouldn’t have happened. No one got the better of him, and seeing this now pissed him off.
Lemon had nothing to do with her father. The fact they were coming after her like this was starting to piss him off even more. There was no time to lose.
The gun was a mistake to pick up.
Stepping away from the room, he had no choice but to lure the bastard away, and once he was in the kitchen, Nate opened a drawer and closed it, moving toward the doorway.
He kept his back close to the wall, waiting.
The arms appeared first, firmly holding the weapon.
Nate waited, and then with ease, he plunged his knife into the man’s chest. Within seconds, he had the gun away from him and had plunged the knife in a second time, then a third. He did all this without once making a mess, which he considered a victory.
With his hand over the guy’s mouth, he had to admit he was impressed. Three knife wounds, and he still tried to fight him, hitting out, hungry to survive, but Nate didn’t let him go. There was no room for questioning. Not with his precious treasure asleep upstairs.