Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 82824 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82824 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Then, before I could think better of it, I moved across him, putting one knee on either side of his hips, then pressing my chest against his, my face resting under his chin.
I took a deep breath, breathing him in. The crisp, clean soap from his shower, the woodsy scent of his laundry detergent, and just... him.
“Alex...”
“Shut up,” I said softly, letting one of my arms wrap around the back of his neck. “We both lived through a meeting with Lex. If that isn't a reason to hug, then I don't know what is. And I mean... I haven't hugged anyone in years so just shut up and let me do it, okay?”
His chest jumped slightly against me and I knew he was chuckling silently. A few seconds later, one of his arms wrapped around my hips and pulled me tighter.
“I'm sorry I hit you,” he said, his deep voice so full of regret that I felt my face nuzzle further into his neck, his beard tickling my cheek in the process.
I turned my face slightly, pressing my lips against his pulse. “Make it up to me,” I suggested, biting into my lower lip, hoping he took the bait or I was pretty sure I would die of mortification.
Breaker's hand slid up my spine then slipped into my hair, curling into it slightly, and using it to pull me backward. I moved back and looked down to find him watching me with a raised brow. “Make it up to you?”
“Yep,” I said, nodding, praying like hell my cheeks didn't break out into a blush. That would seriously kill the whole 'being in charge' vibe I was attempting.
“And how do you propose I do that?” he asked, giving me one of those eye-smiles of his.
“Use your imagination,” I suggested, planting both my hands on his chest, enjoying the strong muscles beneath my palms.
“Imagination?” he asked, brow raising. “Why use that when I can use this?” he asked. Then before I could see his hand moving, it was between us, his finger tracing up my slick cleft and working firm, slow circles over my clit.
My entire body convulsed once, hard, at the contact as a strangled whimper forced its way out of my throat.
I swallowed hard, watching the satisfied smirk settle on his face. “I thought I was the one who was supposed to make the first move.”
“Doll, you planted your sweet little ass on my lap wearin' just my t-shirt and no panties. I consider that a first move.”
I couldn't argue with that logic.
Besides, his fingers were causing all kinds of chaos between my thighs. His finger changed pace or direction every time I felt the coiling inside tighten, threaten to unleash. On the forth time of him sensing the release and pulling away, my fist slammed down hard on his shoulder. “Damn it,” I growled, sucking air into my lungs.
“More fun this way,” he said, shrugging, a smile tugging at his lips.
“For you maybe,” I said, lowering my eyes at him.
“You got complaints 'bout how I handle business?” he asked, sounding way too conceited for his own good.
“At this mome... fuck,” I cried out, his finger sliding down and thrusting inside me, curling and scraping across the top wall, making my legs jump reflexively. “Oh my god,” I choked, my hips raising up off of him slightly, giving him more access as his finger kept up it's unrelenting exploration of my g-spot.
“What were you saying?” he asked, his voice a low grumbling sound.
“No... nothing,” I said, my breathing coming out fast and shallow.
“Didn't think so,” he said, watching my face as he drove me up. And I was going up. And it was strange and foreign and so consuming I felt like I was going to explode if I ever made it to the top. My hips started moving of their own intuition, stoking my desire and Breaker made a growling sound in his throat. “That's it, ride it. Come for me, baby,” he urged, his thumb pressing down on my clit.
I wasn't wrong.
It was like an explosion.
Every muscle tensed. Every nerve ending fired. My breath hitched, hissing out his name as my sex pulsated hard around his finger in a seemingly endless wave. His finger kept working me through the whole thing, dragging it out until I wavered forward and collapsed against him.
His hand pressed in between my shoulder blades, holding me to him as I shivered through the aftershocks.
“Deep breaths, doll,” he said quietly as I struggled to calm down the erratic strobe-like pull of my breath. “Christ, you come that hard from my fingers... just think of what it will be like when it's my tongue or my cock.”
Some sort of sound escaped me, half moan, half objection.
I honestly couldn't even think of such a thing. I was barely holding it together from that orgasm. I couldn't imagine another one.
I was set.
For the night.
Or month.
Or my entire lifetime.
Yeah, it was that good.
“Did I make it up to you?”
“Make what up to me?”
“I'll take that as a yes,” he chuckled, his hands moving to grab my ass, holding it hard. “Come on,” he said, moving to stand, holding me to him by my butt, “let's get you some food.”
“Food?” I asked pushing back from his neck to look at him as he walked to the kitchen, dropping me down on the counter, and taking a step back.
He smiled, pressing his hips into my knees until my legs parted around his body. “Yeah, doll. Food. I'm going to feed you and then I am going to fuck you until you can't walk right for a week.”
Well then.
Eleven
Alex
He worked silently for a while, chopping potatoes and throwing them into a pan with garlic and olive oil and dropping a steak into the broiler. I watched on in a sort of fascinated wonder. For one, because I had absolutely no culinary skills in the least (unless cooking ramen counted. Which I'm pretty sure it didn't). And also because it was borderline amusing to see someone like Breaker- a huge, hulking mass of muscle and testosterone doing something that didn't involve general murder and mayhem.