Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 137310 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 687(@200wpm)___ 549(@250wpm)___ 458(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 137310 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 687(@200wpm)___ 549(@250wpm)___ 458(@300wpm)
“What’re you talkin’ about?” Hugger asked.
“My mom,” I told him.
His lips thinned again.
“Whatever happens, it’ll be okay,” I promised, stroking his forearm.
“Mm…” he hummed.
Mm…I so liked Hugger’s deep, rough mm.
“Parents gotta make all sorts of decisions that are hard,” Big Petey announced sagely. “But it’s good you know all you had with your dad, no matter what happens with your mom.”
“This is true,” I murmured, then turned to Dutch. “Speaking of Dad, he lives in a gated community. I was wondering how you guys were looking out for him there. Not that I’m questioning you,” I added hurriedly. “Just wondered.”
“Darkness covers a lot of shit,” was Dutch’s answer.
He said no more, but I decided from what he said, they had it covered.
“Pass me that tin,” Big Petey ordered.
I slid the tin his way.
He took a cookie, bit into it, and with mouth full, stated, “I hope someone got this recipe off Emmy before she left.”
“Don’t worry, I totally did. And her recipe for beef and noodles.”
Big Petey shot me twinkling eyes. “’Course you did, darlin’.”
Hugger draped his arm around the back of my chair, repeating, “’Course you did.”
And…yeah.
I liked those cookies, the guys liked them, but Hugger loved those cookies so much, it was a wonder any of them were left.
So of course I did.
One could say it was hard as hell not to climax just riding my big guy with his big dick, his beautiful chest, handsome face, thick hair all over my pillow, thick beard mine for the tugging, all of that being all I could see.
Somehow I managed it.
I watched his eyes darken (more), felt the pads of his fingers dig into my hips, and I was pretty danged pleased I was about to take him there when suddenly I wasn’t bouncing on his big cock.
I cried out as he pulled me off and put me on my knees in the bed beside him.
Then he knifed up, moved in, and with his body at my back, he forced me to walk up the bed on my knees, before he tipped me toward the headboard, dipped, positioned, and drove up inside me.
My hand flew out to brace against the wall.
Lord.
So good.
Hugger kept pounding.
My head fell back to his shoulder.
God, I loved, loved, loved being tossed around and positioned by my guy. Hugger was a man who knew what he wanted in bed, and didn’t hesitate to take it. It was so freaking hot, it was beyond next level hot. It was fifty levels above next level hot.
Scorching.
No, sizzling.
Both his hands cupped my breasts, his calloused thumbs rubbing my nipples.
Okay, and I loved riding Hugger, but this was better.
His face buried in the side of my neck, he fucked me, I took it, I adored it—no, revered it— and I knew it was getting serious when one of his hands left my breast to trail down my belly and dive between my legs, his finger hitting my clit.
My body jerked as licks of flame shot through it.
“Yeah, honey,” I breathed my encouragement.
I met his thrusts, lifted my ass to get more of him, dug my head into his shoulder, and reached behind me to hold on to his hips as he drove into me. It’d been building for a while, but suddenly, it exploded, engulfing me, carrying me away where the only hold I had on anything was being fucked by Hugger. And it was the only hold I wanted on anything.
I was coming down, feeling his finger leave my clit so he could wrap his arm around my belly and hold me steady for his drives.
I got off on that, turning my head so I could get off on hearing his harsh breaths, the soft grunts that shifted to groans, until he plunged deep, squeezed my tit and tightened his hold on my middle as he came.
Hugger was quiet during sex, unlike me. He made noises, but they were soft and belied the effort he put in to making it (super) good for us both.
It was as much of a turn on as everything about Hugger.
He shifted my hair away from my neck with his chin, an effort doomed to fail as I felt it get tangled in his beard, but he kissed my neck through the tangles.
Then he slid out, shifted us back, gently placed me in bed, touched his lips to my forehead and got out of bed so he could deal with the condom.
I adjusted the covers so they were over me and stretched, languid and chill and happy.
Oh yeah, definitely yeah.
Hugger was different that day, not entirely different but different.
It was like he’d been with me, at the same time protecting me from something.
Now, it wasn’t like that.
Now, he was just with me.
I didn’t know what happened, and I wanted to know, but if he never shared, I didn’t care.