Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 38466 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 192(@200wpm)___ 154(@250wpm)___ 128(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38466 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 192(@200wpm)___ 154(@250wpm)___ 128(@300wpm)
He moved out and then pushed back in. It was agonizingly slow. What she wanted was for him to move inside of her harder, faster.
The tentative touch of his forehead in the middle of her back had her arching up. Her ass lifted, and he sank an inch deeper.
“Sweetheart, I want to be gentle with you. You deserve gentle.”
He stopped sliding into her, and she gritted her teeth. She loved that he felt that way, that he saw her as something precious, but she was over the edge already and needed him to scratch the itch he had been causing inside of her for days now.
“Thayer, I love that you think that, but what I need from you is to move inside of me now.”
He chuckled, and the sound had her inner muscles clenching around him. Something snapped inside of him, like a wild animal now took the place of the sweet and soft-spoken Thayer.
He held onto her waist tight and started pounding into her. The sounds he made were untamed and uninhibited. It was a rugged sound that matched their surroundings.
He worked his hips against her. She swore she could feel every inch of his thickness pulse inside of her.
His hands moved down to cup her ass. He kneaded the cheeks, spreading them slightly as he continued to drag his cock in and out of her.
Another orgasm coursed through her and she cried out. Hot tears slipped out the corners of her eyes as sparks of light burst behind her eyelids. Thayer tensed behind her, his words and praise filling the air and causing aftershocks to spear her clit.
He slammed into her once more and stilled, his groan of completion muted against her back. Hot, humid breath slipped along her spine, and she welcomed the feeling of being this close to someone. The intimacy stole her breath and had her dizzy with emotions.
It was the same feeling she had after her encounter with Deacon.
The heavy weight of his body on hers had the air rushing out of her, and the sensation comforted her. He rolled off of her, but immediately pulled her against his body.
With her back to his chest and his thick, heavy arm draped across her middle, Jessa found the veil of sleep slowly taking over.
“Jessa?” His fingers ran circles around her belly button.
“Hmm?” She couldn’t manage more with the pleasurable exhaustion that started to take control.
“What will you do when your car is fixed?” His words were low, his voice deep and haggard.
The thought had crossed her mind more than once, especially since her feelings for them were growing at an astronomical rate. There was no doubt that she needed to leave, to escape her past and create a new future, but a voice inside of her whispered she should stay with them.
What would her life be if she revealed this to the Uncia brothers? Would they welcome it? Maybe this was all they wanted, a piece of ass to pass the time, and when they fixed her car would she be on her way?
The thought had her chest hurting, but she refused to let it consume her. She couldn’t let her emotions cloud her judgment, or voice how she felt and make an ass out of herself. How could she expect them to want a woman they didn’t know?
Sure they were helping her out, but the end result was for her to be on her way.
“Keep moving. I need to put my past behind me.” He tensed behind her, but he didn’t say anything in return.
She didn’t know how long she lay there, staring out the window at the trees that were caressed by the moonlight.
Sleep eventually took her into the dark, and when she woke the next morning she was alone.
Chapter
Seventeen
Deacon leaned back on the recliner as he drank his cup of coffee. He had been up most of the night, not because he knew Thayer had slipped into Jessa’s room, but because the energy coursing through him made him twitchy.
Ever since he had felt the sweet surrender of Jessa’s body that was all he could think about. He imagined taking her a thousand different ways, but the end of his fantasies were always the same: her between him and Thayer as they watched over her.
He watched Thayer leaving her room before the sun had even risen. There had been the satisfied glow coming from his body, the same one Deacon had experienced himself. He couldn’t even describe the feelings of claiming his mate.
It surrounded him, consumed him, and made everything right in the world. For the first time in his life he didn’t feel the craziness that swirled within him take hold. She calmed him like no other could, not even Thayer.
His brother stepped into the living room and sat on the couch. Although he could smell the sweet scent of Jessa all over him, a troubled look masked what should have been an expression of bliss.