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)
Lucas watched her from above as she slowly stroked the hard planes of his toned stomach, dusted with soft, dark hair, below the waistline of his pants. There was no hiding the way his erection began to thicken under the thin pants.
“Mmhmm,” he said in a nod. “Seems someone figured out I brought a guest along on this trip—probably the guy at the store talking too much. You know how it is.”
Around here?
Yeah.
A new face got talked about.
To anyone who cared to listen.
“What about it?” she asked.
“The Smiths thought you might like a sleigh ride and trip to the maple camp tomorrow, if you’re feeling up to it,” he tacked on at the end like an afterthought.
Delaney smiled. “Shouldn’t it be if you feel up to it?”
He only shrugged.
“What about snowshoeing?” she asked.
“Oh, don’t worry. We’ll probably need those, too.”
Of course.
She should have known.
“I could go on a sleigh ride,” she said. “And what’s this about a maple camp?”
“You’ll see,” he returned, the huskiness returning full force to his tone as her hands finally pulled his pants down so she could get his big cock in her hands. “I thought we agreed you were going to jump in the shower before I shut down the generators for the night.”
Delaney abused her bottom lip with her teeth before asking, “And if I want to taste you like you did for me first?”
It was a fool’s question.
It wouldn’t end with her sucking his dick.
She wanted his thickness making her feel too full again. Maybe she’d ride him this time, reverse cowgirl style, just to make sure he left a few bruises behind on her ass from working her body hard against his own so that she could feel it on the sleigh ride tomorrow.
Any of it.
Delaney would take it.
Lucas smacked his tongue off the roof of his mouth as he piled Delaney’s loose, fuck-mussed hair into a messy bun on the top of her head. Never once did he break their stare, even as her grinning lips found the underside of his shaft to graze.
He still smelled like them.
And latex.
But the sex.
It drove her nuts.
In the most wicked of ways.
That she’d made him wet to his balls. How he hadn’t even had time to properly clean her off before they were interrupted by the unexpected visitor on a skidoo. She licked him from root to tip, moving her fingers along the way until her mount encompassed the head of his cock where she sucked hard.
“Holy hell, girl, you’re gonna kill me tonight,” Lucas breathed from up above, his broad chest heaving, “but let’s see what you can do with that pretty little mouth.”
Chapter 25
“I’ve never seen horses that big,” Delaney said beside Lucas in the sleigh.
Her comment didn’t go unheard by the woman in the seat directly across from theirs with her back facing her husband who minded the reins connected to the twin Clydesdales. Their black hides glimmered on the clear, crisp winter day from a fresh brushing while their braided manes and tails looked soft enough to touch.
Just not while they were working.
Mack Smith made that clear to Delaney when she stepped outside the cabin earlier to greet the horses, although she refused to leave Lucas’ side. Even making him walk alongside her as she had rounded the horses to say hello and to check out their gear and the fancy leather tassels that clicked and rattled with every clip-clop of their hooves.
Not that he’d complained.
Theresa—Teddy, to her husband only—grinned big at the compliment. “They’re gentle giants, really. More scared of the occasional mouse that scurries across their pens than anything else.”
“Their hooves would squish a mouse into nothing,” Delaney returned. “It’d take one step.”
The other woman only laughed. “They’re too concerned with getting away from the mouse, actually.”
Interestingly enough, the horses didn’t seem to be bothered at all by the occasional scream of the skidoos rounding back and zooming past the sleigh on the well-groomed forest trail. As if the animals were well accustomed to the antics of the teenaged Smith boys and their sleds, the horses didn’t so much as bat a tail hair in the direction of the two testing their limits with their father.
“I’m telling you!” Mack shouted at the oldest, Dylan, who cut out in front of the horses a little too close for comfort on the trail. “Goddamn it, Teddy—you gotta talk to those two again,” he tossed over his shoulder at his wife.
To her benefit, she only nodded indulgently.
Like that solved the issue.
Lucas chuckled. “Let’s be honest, he lets ‘em do it, too, right?”
Theresa winked. “You know it.”
As he suspected.
One thing Lucas had learned about the Smith family over the years that he had made friends with them from their homestead down the way from his family’s cottage was that their boys could do no wrong. Mack might like to whoop and holler about, or at, his sons every once and a while, but that was as far as his discipline went, most days.