Total pages in book: 227
Estimated words: 220940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1105(@200wpm)___ 884(@250wpm)___ 736(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 220940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1105(@200wpm)___ 884(@250wpm)___ 736(@300wpm)
Fuck, I need her.
Now.
I rip my mouth away and gasp in her face, and she reads my eyes in a heartbeat. We both look down at Maggie in the stroller. Sound asleep. “I mean,” I pant. “It’s just the same as her being asleep in the bedroom.” I start walking Rose to the summer house, taking her around the side and pushing her against the wood. “The last time you had your back up against this wall, it was the dogs keeping you there.”
She smiles, yanking my belt open as I lift the skirt of her dress and rip her knickers off. She gasps, pulling me out of my boxers and stroking, licking across my lips. I close my eyes and slow my breathing, absorbing the feel of her soft hand working me for a few moments, taking the calm, before I tackle her mouth, bat her hand away, and pull her leg up to cradle my hip. I stare into her eyes. Thrust forward. Inhale as I slide into her. “Fuck, that feels good.” I cast a quick look over my shoulder, checking Maggie. I ignore my conscience telling me how debased this is. I’m too desperate for a release of pressure. My head’s full, my balls are full. One’s got to give.
“God, this is so wrong,” Rose whispers, kissing me between her words. Moving with me, taking every drive. “We should stop.”
“I’ll think more clearly if I come.” I fist her hair with my spare hand, squeezing her leg.
“Okay. If it’ll save your life.”
“It could.”
“Then fuck me.”
“With pleasure.”
I slam into her hard, moving my hand to her mouth to muffle her yell. The pressure builds. “Fuck.” I start to sweat.
“Danny.”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
“Danny!”
I thrust harder, watching her eyes mist, cloud with desire. My neck muscles strain, my teeth ache from the force of my bite. I bang into her more, she slams her head against the wood, bites my palm. “Shit!” I move my hand and replace it with my mouth, attacking with force. It’s coming. Her walls are clenching. Her moves are less controlled, clumsier, an obvious sign she’s close. I pull back, assess her, and up the ante again.
Closer.
Faster.
Closer.
“Danny!”
Faster.
Closer.
“Oh my God.” She exhales over the words and starts twitching against me, and my dick detonates, my knees go weak, giving, and I slump forward, pinning her to the wood.
“Fucking hell.”
She pants and gasps, arms holding my shoulders, head dropped back, looking up at the sky. I take her chin and direct her face back down. Kiss her far more gently than I just fucked her.
She feels my face, her fingertip dragging from my eye to my lip across my scar. “Come back to me,” she whispers, still a little short of breath.
“Where else would I go?” I turn my face out slightly, latching on to her finger, and suck it into my mouth. Maggie stirs, and I laugh under my breath. “Hard and fast has a whole new meaning these days,” I whisper, slipping out on a suppressed grunt. I look down at Rose’s chest. “As does getting you wet.”
She pouts down at her leaking boobs as I pull my jeans up and button the fly.
“Sore?” I ask, the strain of them against her dress making me wince on her behalf.
“Not as much.” She pulls her dress back into place and wanders over to Maggie as I follow, doing up my belt. “Hey,” she coos, leaning over the stroller. “Is someone hungry?”
“Starving,” I mutter, one hand claiming the handle and pushing Maggie back to the house, the other claiming Rose’s hand.
Brad’s coming down the stairs as we pass through the hallway, and I stop, evaluating his persona. I fucking hate what I conclude. White-hot rage. “The office,” he says as he stalks past, his thumbs working across the screen of his phone. “Everyone.”
“How’s Pearl?” Rose calls.
“Alive.”
“I need to thank her,” she says quietly, looking down at our baby girl. I can’t even let my mind go there. It would be Armageddon.
“Mum will watch Maggie.”
“I need to feed her first before my boobs burst.”
“Or she bursts,” I say dryly, looking toward the office, kind of worried about what I’m about to find out. I remember all too vividly the emotions that flooded me the day Rose shared her past with me. She’d been sent to seduce me. Sent to get information, set me up. Get me killed. We can’t argue Pearl was serving a similar purpose for the enemy and Brad took the bait. No one sends a fucking virgin to loosen a man’s lips with her power of seduction, for obvious fucking reasons. Pearl was here because she was terrified of the alternative. Brad’s simply an additional layer to the messy situation. He’s not going to be in a good place.
I walk Rose to the kitchen and nod to the others, who all get up and follow me to the office. Brad’s arms are braced against the drinks cabinet, the glass James poured for him empty.