Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 82279 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82279 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
I widen my legs as he kneels on the bed, climbing over me and settling between my thighs. Though we’ve been fucking like rebellious teenagers, it feels different this time when he intimately slides between my folds. I gasp, sucking in air as he fills me deep and full. His slow rhythm and calculated movements are intentional as he traces around the shell of my ear with his tongue. With each thrust, my heart thumps harder.
I’ve read that when you have sex with someone you have feelings for, your body releases a hormone that helps the chances of getting pregnant. I can’t help but wonder if that’s what we’ve been missing—intimacy.
It’s something we both need and crave. A connection we could never have with anyone else.
Payton groans and hisses as he pumps harder, slamming into my G-spot over and over. I get lost in the sensations as they build toward the peak. His expression is unreadable as I scratch my nails down his back. The sound that releases from the back of his throat is rough and animalistic.
Wanting to ride him, I gesture for us to switch positions. As soon as I straddle his legs, I slowly slide down his thick cock, and we moan together. He reaches up to my breast and pinches a nipple, encouraging me to arch into him. Then I grab his wrists and force them over his head. As I lean down, our mouths are mere centimeters apart, and our breathing is unsteady when I rotate my hips. I don’t know what comes over me, but I want nothing more than to crash my lips to his.
Once I release his wrists, he grabs a fistful of my hair, and I imagine his tongue inside my mouth. He smacks my backside as I focus on my breathing and not crossing the lines. He palms my ass cheek, squeezing it in his hand and grinding us faster together. The sensations are almost too much, too intimate, too everything.
This feels like more—more than just making a baby, more than just friends, more than being roommates.
An undeniable emotion is attached to every touch as goose bumps trail over my body. While I have a million thoughts running through my mind, I don’t give a shit about anything other than losing myself right now.
When I sit up, Payton reaches between us and thumbs my clit. It shoots fireworks up my spine and has me gasping for air as I moan louder and drop to his chest.
“Fuck, Kate.” His groan deepens as I nibble on his ear, and then I lightly bite down his neck. His strong hands steady my hips as his thumbs dig into my skin, helping to create more friction as our bodies slap together.
“I’m...Oh my God.” I can hardly get the words out as I ride out my release. Long and powerful, it’s never felt this good before. The orgasm has me in a chokehold as I squeeze my eyes and moan his name.
“Thatta girl. Just like that.”
Payton continues our rhythm, fucking me hard and fast just the way I love.
“So goddamn good, baby,” he hisses.
I don’t have the heart or desire to scold him for that slipup. A few moments later, he spills inside me, grunting out his release. I love watching his expression as his face tightens, then quickly relaxes as ecstasy takes over.
When our gazes meet, all that can be heard is our rapid breathing and my pounding heart. Neither of us wants to acknowledge the intensity in the air. Quickly, I roll over onto my back and lift my legs to the ceiling, not wanting to waste a drop of him.
We stare at the ceiling, neither of us speaking as we come down from the high. That felt different, and I know he thinks the same. Even if I can’t read his mind, I’ve memorized his mannerisms. Payton won’t say or do anything out of respect for our boundaries, but I know I can’t fall in love with my best friend.
That’s the worst thing I could do.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
PAYTON
TWO WEEKS LATER
This year’s July Fourth celebration was bigger than ever, with a longer firework show. Rose made it very clear that she wanted to go all out, and fortunately, her sons did not disappoint.
With the construction of the horse rescue facility finally complete, we’ve been getting ready for the grand opening that’s in two days. The only thing left is finishing up the fences, which we’re doing today.
As I walk through the barn, I look at how well laid out it is. We designed the facility exactly the way we wanted, but it’s similar to the stud operation floor plan. There are two offices, a storage and tack room, a loft for hay, and eighteen stalls. It’s wild to have such a big place, and although I hope we’re never at full capacity, we have the ability to take more if needed.