Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 60018 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60018 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
She let out a long, pained sigh. “I don’t think I should see Caleb and Owen for a while.” Disappointment and hurt filled her voice. “God, I hate that Lance is in control of my life.” She fumbled for the door handle, clearly eager to escape the confines of the vehicle.
“Raven, wait.”
She turned and the agony in her contorted expression gutted him.
Reaching out, he stroked her cheek. “We’ll figure something out, okay?”
She nodded and he only hoped he could live up to the trust in her eyes.
Chapter Twelve
The next poetry slam occurred a week later and despite Raven’s nerves about attending with a packed store full of people, she wanted to go. Although she didn’t have anything of her own to read, she wanted to go support a friend. She’d already called Caleb and canceled her weekly dinners with him and Owen, and she’d made him promise to tell her nephew she’d make it up to him. She only wished she knew when that would be possible.
Though Remy hadn’t noticed Lance, Raven was certain he was around. Somewhere. The only reason she would even consider going tonight was because she’d have Remy by her side. She doubted he’d be understanding and had stalled bringing it up with him.
But now, as she woke up naked in his arms, she realized the day had arrived and she had no choice. She was curled around him, her cheek on his shoulder, facing him, her knee lifted and resting over his warm body.
Knowing what she needed to ask, she wasn’t above playing dirty. Besides, she thought, as she shifted her hips, moaning softly as her sex rubbed against his hard thigh, they’d both enjoy her seduction. She lowered her leg so she stretched beside him and slid a hand over his hips, grasping his cock in her hand.
Since she’d been staying there, they’d developed a healthy sex life. One she still insisted was a friends-with-benefits arrangement. It was the only way she could justify getting closer to him—because he was helping her with the Lance situation.
Her brother wasn’t something she wanted to think about while she was rubbing herself against Remy, all the while pumping her hand up and down his shaft and feeling his erection grow thicker in her hand.
“Raven,” he said in that rough morning voice she loved. “Is my girl horny?”
My girl. All her lady bits tingled at his use of that expression. One she wished could be true. But she didn’t see Lance going anywhere anytime soon. Not if Cassandra had her say. She’d do anything to keep her baby boy, as she thought of him, protected and out of prison. Stop! she internally screamed at herself.
Drawing a breath, she refocused on the more enjoyable man before her. “Yes, Remy, I’m horny,” she admitted.
With a low chuckle, he lifted his body and in seconds, had her pinned beneath him, his cock nestled exactly where she wanted it. Her sex grew heavy and wet, desire filling her and pushing all other thoughts aside. Except the awareness that yes, she needed something from him he wouldn’t like.
His lips came down hard on hers and she moaned into his mouth. Arching her lower body, she raised her hips and wrapped her legs around his, anchoring herself to him. The kiss went on for a while, his teeth pulling at her lower lip, tongue soothing the ache he created, and his hands roaming over her skin. And that thick cock rubbing against her pussy.
Before she could think of what she wanted to do or say next, he’d managed to free himself from her grasp, positioned himself at her entrance, and slid home. He filled her, not with a hard, fast thrust but a slow, easy glide that said more than she was ready to accept. He rocked his hips, their bodies gliding against each other’s, the friction delicious, and his long cock managing to rub over just the right spot.
“Remy,” she moaned, unable to hold back. “More.”
“Anything you want, baby.”
She knew this was the moment she should stop him, turn this situation into a teasing one that let her ask for something in return for letting him continue. He’d be annoyed. She’d coax and cajole him into saying yes to taking her tonight and they’d both finish with explosive orgasms. A win-win.
Except what he was doing to her body included her emotions and she closed her eyes, lost as he continued to undulate his hips and make love to her until she was soaring in the clouds and screaming his name.
He hadn’t come yet and he picked up his pace. “Look at me, beautiful.”
Raven forced her heavy-lidded gaze open and stared into those golden-brown orbs. Only then did he begin to fuck her, slamming into her over and over again. He was a master at finding her G-spot and when he shifted position, she began to rise again, pleasure and waves of need pouring through her until finally he gave one last thrust. He hit the perfect point again and as she came, so did he with a growl of satisfaction, hips sliding in and out until he finally settled inside her and collapsed, his breath warm on her neck.