Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 84295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
“I’m yours. I'm yours. Faster, Dawson. Harder."
I thrust my hips back and pound her again. Over and over. Her legs start to shake. Her cunt is seeping, and I know she's close. I quicken my fingers on her swollen clit while I thrust in and out of her.
"Oh fuck, yes." She explodes, and I follow. Her pussy clenches on to me, and she milks my cock.
With my release painted on her womb, I tell her again, “Mine.”
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Chapter 1
Lincoln
I twist the cap on my beer and take a big swig. It’s been one of those days. You know, where nothing seems to go right. I walk across the living room and fall onto the couch, ready to watch some SportsCenter or the History Channel or anything that will get my mind off today.
Before I can even push the button on the remote, my doorbell rings. For a split second, I debate not answering it. Bull, my pitbull, just looks up at me, tilting his head to the side. He’s not concerned in the least about who might be at our door. No, he’s probably wondering where his dinner is. I pet him between the ears. “Sorry, Bull. I’ll get rid of whoever’s at the door and then I’ll get you some food.”
He barks then, and I resist rolling my eyes. Some guard dog. He doesn’t bark at someone at the front door, but he sure does at the idea of food. I step over him and walk to the front door, not even trying to hide my frustration when I sling open the door.
“Uh, hi. I’m your new neighbor.” She giggles and shrugs her shoulders. “I just moved into the apartment above Mr. and Mrs. Jamison’s garage.”
She’s staring at me, smiling, holding a pink box in her hands. Fuck, I’m pretty sure I’ve had dreams that started like this. She’s curvy, and she may have on a sweater over her dress, but it does nothing to hide the deep V of her cleavage. The woman is tongue-wagging delicious. My heart is racing in my chest. “When?” I ask her.
She squints up at me, and I try to soften my voice and unflex my arms. I’m ready to pounce. She’s smaller than me, and the once easy soft smile is now guarded. If she tries to run, I don’t think I can just let her go. I clear my throat. “I mean, when did you move in?” What I want to say is how long have you been next door and me not know about it? How much time have I wasted? There’s no way she’s lived in Whiskey Run long; I would have known before now.
Her smile returns, and her big green eyes widen. “Two weeks.”
It’s like a punch in the gut. Two weeks this goddess has been next door and I hadn’t noticed? I definitely work too fuckin’ much.
I hold out my hand. “I’m Lincoln.”
She juggles the box before putting in one arm and holding it against her side. When she holds her other hand out to me, I grab on to it. Her skin is so soft, I can’t resist stroking my finger along the inside of her wrist. “I’m Avery,” she says with a catch in her breath.
That sound. It makes me wonder what sound she’d make while I was driving into her, hands on her hips, guiding her up and down my cock. I pull my hand back and stuff them both in the front pockets of my dress pants, stretching out the soft material. If I didn’t, she’d know exactly what I was thinking in five seconds flat. “It’s nice to meet you, Avery.”
She blushes, and I watch as she trembles. The snow is falling behind her, and I step aside. “Come in. It’s too cold to be out here.”
She hesitates for just a minute until she walks in, and I follow behind her. I slam into the back of her when she stops suddenly. The force of my body against hers has her grabbing the pink box before it hits the floor and me grabbing her before she does.
My arms are around her waist and my hands flattened to her stomach as I pull her up flush against the front of my body. The erection I was trying to hide from her only moments ago has completely come to life now as she giggles again. I’m pretty sure I’m going to hell because I hold her to me firmly, committing to memory the feel of her against me before I set her on her two feet and force myself to put distance between us. I look over her shoulder and spot what has her stopping. “Bull, move so we can come in.”