Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 90433 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 452(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90433 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 452(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
Kelsie cried out. It was just what she needed. The fullness only he could provide. The rough denim from his jeans sent a thrill through her. He’d wanted her so badly he couldn’t take the time to undress properly.
“I’ll keep you safe,” he ground out as he fucked into her.
“I-I know.” Already gasping for breath, Kelsie clung to him and absorbed the force of his thrusts.
“No one will fucking touch you.” He fucked her harder than before, harder than he probably meant, but she loved every second.
An out-of-control Ty was the sexiest thing on earth.
“I know. I’m not afraid. I trust you… oh, God.” Her head fell back against the wall. This was what people wrote books about.
“I’m going with you.”
“Yes. Yes, Ty.” She’d grant him whatever he wanted as long as he kept fucking her with the near-punishing thrusts. She felt free in a way she’d never experienced. If he weren’t holding her so tight, she’d fly right into space.
His eyes burned with lust and anger in equal measure, hypnotizing her in their fire. They stared at each other until he looked down between them to where his cock shuttled in and out of her pussy.
“God, this fucking body,” he rasped. “Feel what you do to me? You make me fucking crazy.”
“Yes. Same.” She couldn’t draw enough air to string two words together.
He grabbed her hair in a rough hold, angling her head back for a brutal kiss that had her working her hips faster. Her lips would be bruised, and her thighs would have marks from his zipper.
She moaned into his mouth so loud there was no way the rest of the club didn’t hear. But she couldn’t have cared any less. This was the most exciting sex she’d ever had—a driving need to claim each other that obliterated rational thought.
Ty tore his mouth from hers and latched onto her neck with a suction that would leave another mark on her skin. She arched her neck to give him even more access as she cried out.
“Christ, I can’t hold off,” he spoke against her neck.
“Don’t. Come, Ty. Come.”
He tightened his grip on her hair and held her as close as possible as he pressed her against the wall and thrust one final time. His teeth sank into the skin between her neck and shoulder as he let out a long, satisfied groan.
The sound of him climaxing and the way his body gyrated against hers set her off. She squeezed her eyes closed. Bright light burst behind her lids, and the harshest pleasures washed over her. She shouted one final time as her legs tightened around him to hold him in place. They couldn’t stay long, but she could revel in the feel of him for one more minute.
“Stay with me tonight,” he whispered. “We’ll sleep just like this. Me inside you.”
Her throat thickened until all she could do was nod.
Ty didn’t try to move away so she kept her eyes closed and enjoyed the feeling of him until someone pounded on the door. “Come on, porn stars. Dinner’s ready.”
Jinx, of course.
Her face flamed, and she buried her face against Ty’s shoulder while he chuckled. Before he could pull out, she tightened her arms. “I have to do this,” she whispered. “I have to be an active participant in saving myself this time.”
She felt his heavy sigh in her soul. “I know. And we’ll keep you safe. I’ll keep you safe.”
“I have no doubt.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
MONEY COULD BUY a lot of shit, but it couldn’t buy taste.
Gaudy was the first word that came to mind when the shocked butler—that’s right, butler—admitted them to McCarthy Carver’s home. The round foyer boasted a dark wooden statue of a horse rearing back on its hind legs. An intricate mural had been painted on the ceiling, the kind typically seen in ancient European castles. He had no doubt the gold trim around the ceiling was real gold instead of fake. The place reeked of old money and snobbery.
“You okay, baby?”
Kelsie stood with her hand in his, stiff and with a pinched expression. She definitely wasn’t okay, and he hoped she didn’t brush him off with a quick “I’m fine.”
She sighed and leaned into him. He automatically circled his arm around her shoulders, pulling her in for a hug. “I’m not sure what I am. Nothing has changed. I could have walked away yesterday for how little has changed.”
“It makes a statement.” He rubbed his hand up and down her back. She fit in his arms as though she’d been crafted to be set right there, the missing piece he hadn’t realized he’d been searching for.
Her chuckle fed his soul. “That it does. It was like growing up in a museum. A very ugly museum.” She rested her chin on his chest and peered up at him. “Being here makes me miss your home. It’s so warm and comfortable. I love being there.” Her face flushed, and her eyes went soft.