Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 92782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
24
Liam
She hadn’t made it to the door before I was headed after her. Seeing her walk away, wrapped in my cut, and thinking about what was underneath made me snap. She had a small bump on her once-flat stomach. I hadn’t expected that, but I hadn’t seen her naked in over two weeks. Seemed her body was changing in more ways than her growing bigger tits. The sight of her stomach had unleashed some territorial monster inside me. I’d never felt it before, but I knew no one was safe as long as she was in that fucking bikini.
When I jerked open the door, my eyes locked on Jars. His gaze narrowed when he saw me. Nina must have told him about how I’d spoken to her. She should have stayed out of my shit.
“She’s wearing your cut,” he said.
I nodded. She was. Just like the back of my bike. She was the only female to ride there and now the only one to have my cut on her body. I knew she had no fucking clue the claim that came with that, but I didn’t think it was wise for her to. Just because I wasn’t going to be able to keep my hands off her and my cock out of her cunt didn’t mean we were going to be what that cut signified.
I stalked past Jars and took the stairs two at a time. I turned the knob to find it locked. Not wanting to wait on her to answer, I went into the library next door and took my extra key from my office desk.
Sticking it into the door, I turned and swung it open.
Liberty gasped, and her arms went to her bare breasts, but her stomach and pussy remained uncovered. Slamming the door behind me, I took in the sight of her. She was breathing hard as she watched me. Her eyes were wide, but there was no fear in her honey-brown depths. What I did see only made my cock twitch. She wanted me.
Her arms fell to her sides as I closed the distance between us, and she stood there, waiting. Reaching out, I fondled her tits that just seemed to keep growing, then moved one palm down to her small, rounded belly. She sucked in a breath as I felt the hard bump, covered by her silky-smooth, sun-kissed skin. That was mine inside there. The doctor had said it was perfect. Healthy. I felt a tug in my chest, and I lifted my eyes to see her watching me with her bottom lip clasped firmly between her teeth.
She was so fucking gorgeous; it was painful. Young, beautiful, and a complete disaster. We weren’t a fit. I was too old for a relationship with someone her age. I didn’t know if she’d be a good mother or not. She’d cried in the ultrasound room, but then that could have just been hormones. Those got fucked up when a woman was pregnant.
Her body trembled, and my hand started moving down as if it had a mind of its own. Seemed it and my cock were in one accord. She opened her legs wider just as my hand slid over her slick mound. When my fingers met the saturated lips of her pussy, I wanted to growl like a damn animal. Damn, she was soaking wet. Almost dripping.
“You always this fucking wet?” I asked her. “Or is it just for me?”
She let out an uneven breath. “Lately”—she gasped as I pressed a finger into her—“I seem to be aroused easily, but, no, when I pleasure myself at night, I’m never this wet. I think”—she let out a small cry when two fingers sank deep into her and grabbed on to my arm for balance—“this is just for you.”
I could feel my pulse in my damn dick. I wrapped my other arm around her and began to do with my fingers what I was going to do to her with my dick. “You telling me you’re horny and finger-fucking yourself?”
She nodded, her eyes hooded as her head fell back, causing the long locks to cascade behind her.
“You sure it’s not some other man getting you worked up?” I asked, knowing I’d kill Country if it was. No one in this club could protect him.
She shook her head. “No, I read about it. It’s the pregnancy. It can do this.”
Jesus Christ. Being pregnant made her horny, and I was taking her to my house. Was there a limit to how much she could be fucked? Because I wasn’t sure I could control myself if she was walking around like this all the time.
“When you stick those pretty fingers inside this wet cunt, what are you thinking about?” I asked her, rubbing her clit with my thumb, and a gush of her wetness soaked my hand. God, when she did those little squirts, it made me insane.