Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 104448 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 522(@200wpm)___ 418(@250wpm)___ 348(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104448 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 522(@200wpm)___ 418(@250wpm)___ 348(@300wpm)
I wanted to take. I wanted to give. I wanted to fuse us into one unrecognizable shape of lust and desire until all that remained was an empty husk and the echo of gasping breath.
How was it possible to want someone this much?
“Let go, dammit,” he growled.
I pulled my hands away a split second before realizing that wasn’t what he’d meant. He wanted my orgasm. He wanted to make me come.
“Don’t want it to end,” I confessed raggedly.
He made a noise in his throat and shook his head before muttering something about buttoned-up city boys needing to get dirty.
And then he moved down my body and swallowed my cock. Within seconds, it was over. My body thrust up into that delicious heat. My fingers scrambled for something to hold on to. My legs came around him in hopes he wouldn’t pull away.
The dandelion fluff scattered to the wind.
And I remained quite solidly in Dev’s orgasm debt.
FOURTEEN
DEV
It was a mistake. Of course it was a mistake. But I couldn’t bring myself to regret it.
Touching Tully—tasting him, teasing him, making him come—was worth any amount of complication it would cause between us in regards to Lellie.
I’d fantasized about him too long and too often to chastise myself for taking what I wanted one more time.
The scent of him surrounded me as I pulled off his softening cock and resisted pressing a kiss to the tender skin of his inner thigh.
Tully’s hands gentled in my hair as his breathing settled. “Fuck,” he said in a voice hoarse from blowing me earlier.
But I didn’t want his gentleness. Not now. I needed to get the hell away from him before taking everything he was willing to give me.
I was still smarting from his implication I was a poor choice of parent for Lellie. I understood it came from his anger and resentment toward my decision not to keep her, but it still cut deep.
It still mingled with the existing insecurities I had… and it festered.
“We should get some sleep,” I said, pushing off the sofa, away from his tempting bare body.
“W-what?”
I didn’t dare look at him. “Morning comes early around here,” I mumbled, grabbing up my clothes and shoving my legs into my boxer briefs.
“What about you? You didn’t—”
“Nah. I’m good.”
“Dev.”
I ignored the confusion in his tone, the hurt. “Good night, Tully.”
His silence battered me as I walked away, feeling like the worst kind of asshole on the planet. But he was too tempting, and I was too mixed up in my head to stay with him, skin-on-skin and vulnerable. Surely, he’d be able to feel from my touch, from the noises I made, just how much I wanted him and just how much I’d be willing to sacrifice for more time with him.
But it would be like pouring oil on an already slippery slope.
I quickly hid myself in my bed, trying my hardest to ignore the sounds of him eventually sneaking past me to visit the bathroom and returning to the living room a few minutes later. After what seemed like hours of tossing and turning—silently, so as not to wake the sleeping toddler in her crib—I finally couldn’t stand it.
I made my way to the bathroom and locked the door. My cock hadn’t been able to stop replaying the taste and feel of Tully in my mouth, the sounds he made, and the salty-sweet scent of his skin. I grabbed the body lotion on the counter and shoved down my boxer briefs. The sound of my fist shuttling over my slick cock was obscene and desperate. My cheeks burned with embarrassment, but I came to the image of Tully on his back for me.
After, I cleaned up quickly and snuck back to my bed. Sleep came easy after that, and morning came way too soon.
Once again, I snuck out, only this time, it was for ranch chores. Thankfully, Indigo was already up and mucking stalls, cheerfully humming along to music only he could hear.
I got to work checking and feeding the pregnant mares first. Then I moved to the other horses in the barn who needed special care. Indigo periodically asked questions, but he seemed to follow directions well enough, seeing to the regular ranch horses out in the near paddock.
Things would most likely go back to being awkward between Tully and me after last night, but maybe that was for the best. It was getting harder and harder to keep my physical and emotional distance from him, and I needed to. He was going to head back to Texas and his career sometime soon.
One night this week while making dinner, we’d had a conversation about his job at the firm and how hard he worked. The passion in his voice when he’d spoken about the intellectual challenges of structuring large estates had been palpable. There’d even been a point during which I’d almost wished I was back living in Texas, just so I could hire him to manage my legal business.