Total pages in book: 146
Estimated words: 141951 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 710(@200wpm)___ 568(@250wpm)___ 473(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 141951 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 710(@200wpm)___ 568(@250wpm)___ 473(@300wpm)
That was as much of an apology as Delaney would ever make for her pleasure, or her want for it. She stopped letting herself feel shame about being a sexual being a long time ago; her body was hers. And she could do what she wanted with it.
Lucas smirked. “Should I help with that?”
“You do it, or I will,” Delaney returned.
Just to make things clear.
The facecloth met the same fate in the corner pile, and his knee hit the bed as that large hand of his fit perfectly between her legs. Even over top of her panties, he found the right spot to rub to make Delaney’s thighs loosen and open wide for him. His fingers scissored and tightened up and down along the hood of her clit above her wet panties. Already, her body wanted to sing for him, and it showed in the fervent grind of her hips into his hand.
“Oh, God, yeah,” she whined. “Just like that.”
He kept those fingers moving against her, but she watched with wide eyes as he brought his other hand up to lick the tips of his fingers. That hand then went under her boy shorts while he hooked the others to the crotch of her underwear and pulled them aside.
“Look at that pussy—let’s make her cream, sweets,” Lucas told her, the sexiest grin pulling at his lips.
“Is it my turn?” she asked.
It was crazy how she ached to feel him inside, his substantial size would stretch her open so good, but knowing they would have to wait. His fingers, slick with spit and the arousal he found pooling between her pussy’s folds, rubbed faster and firmer around her swollen clit.
“Your turn now,” he agreed.
Chapter 20
“What are you doing standing there and shivering?” Lucas asked Delaney. Before she could come up with a quick response for her reason as to why she waited outside the rural gas station while he filled the extra gas cans on the back of the old Chevy, he nodded toward the store, telling her, “Go find something sweet for us to have tonight—and whatever else you like, huh?”
Delaney considered arguing the point or just standing her ground and waiting to enter the store with Lucas once he finished, but the wind had picked up since she first left the truck. The lack of trees surrounding the store, instead hugged by expansive farmer’s fields for as far as the eye could see, offered no protection from the cold blast of wind whipping through the quiet community of Arthurette.
If not for the wind, the cold might be bearable.
Except, no.
Her skin just stung.
“Yeah, all right,” Delaney muttered, tightening the hood of her parka closer around her face before asking, “Anything else I should look for—do they even have food?”
“Usually,” he agreed. “Potatoes, and things. Get whatever you want, okay? I’m paying.”
That wasn’t an important detail to Delaney, but she didn’t let Lucas know as much. With another encouraging nod from him, she headed for the single door at the front of the store that acted as the entrance. Chilly air blasted her from up above as she stepped beyond the threshold into a tiny enclave where people could wipe off their boots on the rubber mat, use the payphone in the corner, or survey any one of the many flyers and notices posted on the walls.
Delaney wasted just enough time in the entrance to wipe off her boots and look over the photo of someone’s missing cat with a date at the bottom that matched her graduation year.
A long time ago.
Damn.
“Hope you found your cat,” she muttered, pushing through the second door to enter the store.
The man behind the register at the front welcomed Delaney with a wide smile that showed off his gold canine tooth, and a wave, friendly even though her face wouldn’t be one he recognized as a regular in the area.
“Hey there, how ya doing?” he asked.
“Trying not to freeze,” she returned.
He chuckled but nodded in understanding. Although, standing there in his T-shirt and denim jeans, she didn’t think he could appreciate the cold outside the heated store at the moment.
“Aren’t we all. Liquor’s that way,” he said, pointing to the small corner of the store sectioned off by sliding doors with the familiar NB Liquor sign hanging above. The man went back to watching the news broadcast going over the previous week’s highlights on the small flatscreen television positioned overhead from his register, adding, “Give me a shout if you need something else.”
“Potatoes?” Delaney asked.
Only because she figured if there were bags of potatoes to be bought in the store, whatever edible food the place sold would also be in the same spot. Or very close by. Not that the store was particularly large at first glance, but the four aisles that stretched a good fifty feet back from the front looked like it displayed everything from bags of dog food to paper towel in the very back.