Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 81208 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81208 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Does she feel good? Is this what she wanted? To feel used and abused, sore from her nipples to the skin on her thighs and buttocks to her well fucked pussy? Is what I gave her enough? I pull out slowly and remove the condom, tying it off and dropping it onto the floor beside the bed. Then I turn her and loosen her wrists, kissing each one gently as I release her from her binding. I settle next to her, stroking her breasts and hips tenderly, fascinated by the patches of redness I find on her body. She turns to me and beams a radiant smile.
“Was that enough for you?” I ask quietly, looking into her eyes for confirmation.
She nods. “It was perfect.” She bites her lip and hums, unsure of how to express herself, maybe. “I never thought I’d share something like this. I never thought I’d feel what I need to feel outside of my fantasies.”
My heart soars with satisfaction. We might be strangers, but we’re perfect for each other, at least in this way. Hunter believes in the old tales of fate and destiny, but I’ve always had my doubts.
Not now. Not about this, anyway.
I feel raw and elated, buzzing with electricity I’ve never felt before—all at the hands of a female locksmith called Goldie.
She reaches out to touch my chest. “Who are you, Robert Bjorn?”
I wish I could tell her, but she’s not ready to hear it. And my brothers will be back soon. I won’t be able to cover the fact she was here; they’ll scent her from the doorstep, maybe even from outside, but at least she won’t have to face them while Hunter rages and Evan disapproves of my actions.
I wish I could keep her in my bed for days, but that can't happen. At least, not yet. Not tonight.
12
GOLDIE
Robert tugs at the comforter to cover his cock, but I’m still fully naked. Fully naked and much shyer about that fact than I was ten minutes earlier.
Sex like this isn’t emotional in the traditional sense. We didn’t stare into each other’s eyes, whisper sweet nothings, and caress gently. Everything about it was raw, but that doesn’t mean I haven’t felt Robert’s care or discovered that he’s gentle and good in all the ways that are important.
Now, as we lie together, he strokes my face.
“Goldie,” he whispers, and my heart skitters. “Where have you been all my life?”
My grin is broad as a big bubble of happy relief rises inside me. “Playing with locks and keys.”
“It’s an unusual profession for a woman.” Robert tucks a stray curl behind my ear and trails his fingers over my cheek.
“I’m an unusual woman.”
“Yes,” he says. “In all the best ways.” His eyes flick to his watch. “I don’t want to say this… but we don’t have much time.”
“Are your brothers due back?”
“Yes. And it’d be best if you weren’t here.”
This is exactly what I was expecting, based on our previous conversations, but being asked to leave so soon after sex still stings. I’m enjoying spending time with Robert and relaxing in this comfortable bed. Having to go out into the cold and drive home to my lonely bed isn’t an appealing prospect. But more, I feel like I need his warmth and strength to pull me back from the places he took me with this skilled intensity and restrained violence.
“How will they know I’m here?” I ask.
“Your car.” Robert smiles. “And your scent.”
My eyebrows draw together, and my nose wrinkles. Is he saying I smell strongly enough that his brothers will notice I’m in the house? I was shower fresh when I got here. Is my perfume that intense?
“My perfume?”
Robert shakes his head. “It’s hard to explain… and we don’t have time.”
It sounds a lot like a brush-off, but Robert’s expression is remorseful. I slide off the edge of the bed and gather my clothes, dressing in my overalls and stuffing my ravaged PJs into my pockets. My heart is surrounded by a weird empty space, echoing with each pulse. Robert dresses behind me, and we finish simultaneously.
“I had an amazing time, Goldie,” he says, taking hold of my chin and leaning in to kiss me. It’s soft and tender, but it’s not enough to soothe me. It might sound ridiculous, but there could be something good between us if Robert wasn’t tied to his brothers. I like him. A lot. Way more than I should from just a few meetings and the most intense sex of my life.
Am I being blinded by the sex?
It’s an enormous factor, but not the only one.
This man is all I’ve ever wanted: calm and quiet, watchful, and protective. Being near him sends shivers down my spine and warmth into my heart. But his tie to his brothers is too intense and it severed this experience and the intensity of our connection with a quick slice.