Total pages in book: 127
Estimated words: 123435 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 617(@200wpm)___ 494(@250wpm)___ 411(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 123435 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 617(@200wpm)___ 494(@250wpm)___ 411(@300wpm)
“Feels so good,” he mumbles. Yet at the same time, he’s suddenly trying to ease away from my hungry mouth. “I didn’t come here for this.”
I release him. “Well, this is what you’re getting, so are we really going to complain about a blowjob, Gate?”
Tate shudders out a laugh. “I told you, that is not becoming a thing—” He halts when I take him in my mouth again. “Holy hell.” A tortured moan escapes his throat. “I love this, I really do. I, ah—” Another moan. “I never want you to stop, but—ah, hell, that’s good.” He thrusts deeper. “But I want us to come together.”
My nipples tighten at the lewd suggestion.
“Like, I’m right here. And you’re right here. And I need you on me.” He’s basically fucking my mouth now, his hips moving in a restless, impatient rhythm as his long fingers tangle in my hair. “I need to touch you and see your face and hear that noise you make when you’re getting close.”
“What noise?” I lift my mouth off him, breathing hard.
“I can’t describe it. It’s just hot. Please,” he begs.
I give him what he wants. Hell, what we both want. Because as fun as it is to tease him, my entire body is screaming for release. I climb onto the bed and we fall back on the mattress, his mouth instantly finding mine in a ravenous kiss. His hand fumbles to get under my skirt, where he pushes aside the crotch of my panties. I’m wet and ready, and he uses that wetness to stroke my clit, to drag a finger up and down my slit.
“Put your hand on me again,” he whispers.
“Wait, I have an idea,” I say.
He grunts in complaint when I roll over, but I’m not going far. Just reaching for the hand lotion I’d left out on the nightstand earlier. I squirt some on my palm and roll back toward him. That first smooth, wet glide of my fist along his shaft makes his eyes glaze over.
“Ah. Keep doing that.”
I grin. “Good?”
“So good. Don’t stop.” His hips start rocking as he thrusts into my hand.
He props himself on his elbow and lifts my shirt, hurriedly undoing the front clasp. Then his mouth latches around one beaded nipple, while his fingers return between my thighs, rubbing, teasing, stroking my clit to bring me closer and closer to the edge.
When he pushes one finger inside me, his startled curse heats the air between us. “This is the tightest pussy I’ve ever fucking felt.” He’s practically moaning the words.
My breathing becomes labored as I strain against his skilled touch. “I’m getting close. Are you?”
“I was close before you even took off my pants.” He raises his mouth from my breast to grin at me. “Just say when.”
“Kiss me,” I plead.
He does, and the moment our tongues meet, the orgasm breaks through the surface. My inner muscles clamp around his finger, and Tate groans and spills into my hand. We’re both panting, hips moving as we lose ourselves in our respective bliss.
When my eyelids finally open, Tate is watching me. Pleased. “You made that noise.” He sighs happily. “It’s my favorite noise.”
Our foreheads rest together, slightly damp with sweat.
“That was really good,” I mumble with a satisfied sigh of my own. I try to nestle closer and realize my range of motion is constricted because my top is tangled around my collarbone. With a giggle, I attempt to free myself. “I’m stuck.”
“Damn, ginger. You needed it so bad you forgot to take your clothes off?” Chuckling, he leans in to brush his lips over mine. “You’re such a bimbo.”
This time a whole slew of giggles shudders through me. “Shut up, Gate.”
CHAPTER 19
CASSIE
I want my mother to go back to Boston. No, even better—let her go south. I want her to drive all the way down to Florida, find her way to Cape Canaveral, board a rocket ship, get launched into outer space, and make a new life for herself on a distant planet somewhere.
Ugh. All right. Maybe I’m being overdramatic.
Actually, no. You know what? I’m being a perfectly reasonable amount of dramatic.
Since she got here, Mom has been utterly insufferable. And maybe if she were behaving poorly toward only me, I’d have an easier time letting it slide off my shoulders. But she’s been bitchier than usual to my grandmother, and that makes me see red. It’s inexcusable and Grandma doesn’t deserve it. Besides that, it’s quite repulsive watching a woman in her forties act like a spoiled brat, which is what Mom is doing when I enter the kitchen for breakfast.
“Mother!” she snaps. “You have to give a speech. I’m not letting this go.”
“It’s no longer our establishment, Victoria. The new owner is the one who should deliver the speech.”
“The new owner is a child,” Mom retorts, lifting her nose up. “And she made the offer. She asked you to do it.”