After the Climb Special Edition (River Rain #0.5) Read Online Kristen Ashley

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Drama, Romance Tags Authors: Series: River Rain Series by Kristen Ashley
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Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 113617 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 568(@200wpm)___ 454(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
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And then she asked hesitantly, “Will you do that?”

“Tell a man that his father was once a good guy? A good friend. Hilariously funny and whip smart and unceasingly loyal? Until he wasn’t?”

“Bowie—”

“Yes, I’ll do it. Any boy needs to know that his father had that in him.”

That was when they came.

The tears.

She shoved her face in his chest.

He was just glad she hadn’t gotten to the makeup part of her morning.

He held her while she wept, quiet and sad.

And he did this staring at his view.

Corey hated their hikes.

But he loved riding horses and being around water.

He would also love to be there, with Duncan, with Genny, their kids.

You fucked up, buddy, huge, he thought, staring at the clouds drifting in blue sky.

He took in a deep breath and let it go on his next thought, the one he’d need to remember when it was his time to give Corey to his boy.

But fuck, I missed you.

Gen rolled him.

Not a surprise.

His woman always liked the top.

Then she rode him, staring down at him, hot and hungry, and he had to concentrate on not coming just from that look on her face.

But it couldn’t be avoided how she was pounding down on his cock.

Or how goddamned gorgeous she was.

His Genny.

Right there.

The look on her face got hotter.

So Duncan warned, “Don’t you come, Genny.”

She smiled, sultry and smug.

Then she started to gasp.

He grasped her hips, did an ab curl and rolled them again, him on top.

“Bowie!” she snapped.

He hitched a leg and went at her harder, coming around with a hand to go at her clit.

“Just you,” she panted through an inward stroke.

“Clit,” he grunted on another one, finding it and beginning to roll.

“I’ll come too fast if you go at my clit.”

“Baby, I didn’t do that in the shower, and you came in two seconds.”

“It wasn’t two seconds,” she snapped breathily, lifting her hips and clenching.

Christ.

Fucking ecstasy.

“All right, three.”

She tried to glare, started to giggle and ended in a whimper.

“Yeah,” he whispered.

She caught his hair in a fist.

“Yeah,” he bit.

This was Genny. Always.

They could start slow and sweet.

But she always needed it to end with a hard, fast fucking.

The same as he.

He rolled his hips and went in.

And she was off, climaxing while puffing out cute, sexy little huffs of air, clenching him with all she had.

He kept at her clit and her pussy, until she went off again.

Then he concentrated on himself.

While he did, she engaged more than lips and tongue and fingers, also teeth and nails.

So it didn’t take long before his mind blanked and he blew.

The best.

Best ever.

Always.

Absolutely.

Duncan nuzzled her neck, they kissed, then he slid out and rolled to his back.

She rolled with him, plastering herself down his side.

“You think the kids heard?” she whispered.

“This house is built solid, the doors are closed, and we left them outside around the firepit, swapping ghost stories. A competition which, I’m pretty sure, Chloe’s gonna win. Though Sully will give her a run for her money. But even if one came in for something, they wouldn’t hear.” He grinned at her. “You’re quiet anyway.”

“You’re grunty,” she replied.

His brows went up. “Grunty?”

“You make a lot of noise. It’s a massive turn on. But it’s still a lot of noise.”

He started laughing.

She was smiling down at him when he finished and said, “They didn’t hear us.”

“Okay,” she whispered. “Good day.”

No, it hadn’t been a good day.

Genny and her kids and his hiking around the lake, the sun shining, Chloe’s sass, Sasha’s sweet, Sully’s cool, Gage’s goofy, coming home, cooking dinner, throwing a few back, and then sitting under the stars by a fire?

“Great day,” he replied.

She started playing with his chest hair, her eyes watching, saying, “I love having this back with you.” Her gaze came to his. “The sex, I mean.”

“I love having you back, but also love having you back in my bed.” He gripped her ass. “Hottest piece I ever had.”

She smiled at him, bent in to kiss him, but when she pulled away, she said, “You don’t have to say that.”

“It ain’t a line, darlin’,” he replied.

She looked dubious.

Duncan wrapped both arms around her and pulled her up, so they were face to face and chest to chest.

“Eye on the ball, honesty, out there, it was good with Dora, in the beginning. Different from you. Though straight up, nothing against her or what we had, it was not as good. But it worked. We worked. It was fulfilling. Healthy. Because the emotion was there. We loved each other. And then she turned. And it was not any of that. It was like I was a show pony, performing for her, every move, every second, aware that I was trying to convince her of something I shouldn’t need to. It got to the point, if I didn’t get hard the second she looked at my cock, she’d say shit like, ‘That proves it. You’re too tired from fucking her to even get it up for me.’ And we can just say, a man needs some stimulus to perform, and that’s not it.”


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