Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 58342 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58342 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
I moan softly as he slides his fingers over and down, the pad of his middle finger gliding over my clit.
“Always ready, aren’t you?” he murmurs in my ear.
“I could say the same for you.” I wiggle my bottom slightly and he groans, his erection pressing against my back.
“It’s impossible to see your hot body and not be hard as fuck.”
His words send desire swirling low in my belly. Linc has changed the way I see myself. I never thought I was sexy until I started hearing him tell me pretty much every day that I am.
He reaches the hand around my waist up to lightly pinch my nipple. I arch my back, my exhale ragged.
“Such a hot little thing,” he murmurs in my ear, his breath hot. “I love watching you come.”
I pull my knees up to allow him greater access as he circles my clit. I’m building toward an orgasm when he moves his hand down, putting two long fingers inside me.
I watch as his hand moves, moaning loudly when he grazes my clit. I move my hips shamelessly, desperate to increase the contact.
“Fuck my fingers, gorgeous.” He squeezes my nipple harder this time, and I skate on the edge of release. “Get this sweet pussy off.”
I shatter into a thousand pieces, crying out his name with my release. He keeps working his fingers until I relax against him. Then he kisses my temple and wraps his arms around me.
We lie in silence for a few minutes and I stroke my thumb over his knee. The record ends and I feel his stomach rumbling through my back.
I sit up and turn around. “Ready to wash?”
“I prefer you dirty.” He winks and I feel a flutter in my stomach.
This is our ritual—he shampoos my hair and then I shampoo his. Then he washes my body and I wash his. We rarely make it out of the tub without both of us coming at least once.
Tonight is no exception. Once we’re both clean, Linc stands up in the tub. Before he can step out, I get to my knees and put my hands on his ass, looking up at him.
“Fuck, babe.” He runs a hand over my hair. “Are you serious?”
Instead of answering, I take him deep into my mouth to show him how serious I am. He groans loudly, moving his hand to the back of my head to grab a handful of my hair.
Even though he wore me out earlier with the workout, I always have enough energy for this. Hearing him react to what I’m doing makes me feel like an absolute goddess.
He tries to hold himself back, but soon he’s pumping his hips, fisting my hair as he moves in and out of my mouth.
“You want it?” His voice is strained.
I can’t answer, so I just moan my enthusiasm and in a few more seconds, he groans and comes in my mouth. I swallow it greedily.
Though I do fantasize about sex with him, what we have is incredible and it’s enough for me. If we have to be stranded alone in a remote cabin, this is a hell of a way to pass the time.
CHAPTER TWENTY
Lincoln
“Really?”
A couple days later, Trinity’s face falls when she sees what I put on her plate for dinner.
“Look, I get it, but we both need to bulk up as much as we can before we leave. We need protein.”
Dinner tonight is canned tuna, salmon jerky, black beans and mixed nuts. We’ve used most of the food in the cabin. Between that and the break in the weather, it’s time for us to hike out of here.
We’ve started packing supplies, trying to include all the essentials and enough food to get us by. I figure we can cover about twenty miles a day, but we’ll be hiking north, which should be the direction of Fairbanks, and it’ll get colder as we go.
“I found my bracelet,” Trin says as she sits down across from me at the table.
“Where was it?”
“In the kitchen drawer where the utensils are. It must’ve fallen off when I was getting something out of the drawer.”
We turned the cabin upside down looking for that damn bracelet, a delicate silver chain. Trin was frantic when she realized it was missing a couple of days ago.
“Glad you found it.”
I shovel a giant bite of canned tuna into my mouth, planning to finish it quickly. When we get back home, I’m eating at a steak house every night for a week. I spend a good part of every day fantasizing about a perfectly cooked medium rare filet, juice dripping off my fork as I raise it to my mouth.
“It’s not valuable, but my dad gave it to me,” Trin says as she picks up an almond from her plate.
“You don’t talk about him much.”