Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 75734 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75734 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
I thanked them for saving me. They both looked uncomfortable, but then Gage made a joke about being glad Sax and Trev hadn’t also been killed. Huck had hit him and given him a warning look.
The bathtub was filled with lavender salts and bubbles when I sank down into it. I had been waiting patiently for Blaise to be ready to talk. I knew he didn’t think I could handle it yet with my injury, but I was fine now. He pampered me and made sure I had everything I could possibly want. I needed to know what had happened that night.
Why me? Why had his closest friends found me? How had they known where to look for me? Why were they trained killers? You know, normal stuff.
I laughed at my train of thought.
“Glad I didn’t miss this,” Blaise said as he walked into the bathroom.
“Want to get in with me?” I asked, hoping he said yes.
He had been careful with me. So careful that there had been no intimacy at all. I missed it.
He looked at my breasts, then back at me. His jaw clenched, and I knew he missed it too.
He shook his head. “Bad idea,” he said finally.
I sat up straighter so that the bubbles didn’t cover my naked breasts at all. “I think it’s a really good idea,” I replied.
He inhaled sharply through his nose. “How is your body? Sore?”
I shook my head. “Not sore. But a little achy. Especially between my legs.”
His eyes narrowed, and he walked toward me. “How about your head?”
I stood up then and let the water and suds run down my body. “It’s good,” I said, reaching out to tug on his shirt. “Take that off. Please.”
He picked me up under my arms and took me out of the tub. Grabbing a towel, he began to dry me while I stood on the rug. When he got to the top of my thighs, he slipped his finger inside of me, and I shivered from the touch. He continued drying me, placing a kiss on each bruise he came to until I was dry.
He scooped me up into his arms and went to the bed and sat me on the edge. He pushed open my thighs with his hands and went down on his knees. When his tongue licked the inside of my thigh, I began to pant. He worked his way up until his tongue ran across my clit and then all the way back, flicking along the sensitive areas as he went.
I watched him, my hands in his hair. He lifted his eyes to look up at me as his finger went inside me. I bit down on my bottom lip and rocked my hips against his hand.
“Ah, yes,” I panted, wanting more.
Blaise stood up and discarded his shirt, then removed his jeans and briefs quickly. I started to scoot back on the bed, and he grabbed my leg and shook his head. Then, he flipped me over so that my bottom was sticking up on the edge of the bed. His hand began to caress each cheek. A soft slap to the right side made me jump, and then he ran his hand over it before pressing a kiss to the spot.
I arched, wanting more, and he slapped the other side. My clit began to throb with arousal. I shook it back and forth, looking back at him over my shoulder.
His eyes went from my butt to my face. “You like me spanking you?” he asked.
“Yes, sir,” I begged, drawing out the last word.
His eyes flared, and he gave me a harder slap. I cried out and wiggled some more. He gave the other side a firm hit. The pulse between my legs was surprising me.
“Please, sir,” I begged, and he growled before slapping my right cheek, then left cheek.
I was close to an orgasm, and I snatched fistfuls of the sheets, begging him for more.
His hands grabbed my hips then, and I felt his erection slide behind me until it was pushing inside me. When he was completely in me, it was deeper than he’d ever been. I felt slightly crazed, needing to feel that release.
“FUUUUCK!” he roared as he slapped at my right cheek. He began to pull back, then slammed back into me. “GAH! I needed this pussy,” he shouted.
My clit was swollen, and I knew if I reached between my legs and touched it, I’d shatter into the pleasure I was climbing to. But I wanted more. I didn’t want it to end.
I looked back over my shoulder at Blaise. His arms were flexed, veins and muscles standing out on them. His heated gaze was on my butt, but it lifted to meet mine.
“Spank me, sir,” I panted.
The muscles in his neck flexed, and he slapped my right side hard. “My ass,” he growled. “When you’re better, I’m gonna take that ass. Fuck it like I fuck this pussy,” he told me.