Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 65335 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65335 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
He thrusts harder, then pulls his head back an inch and groans. “Gonna come soon, Cass.”
He bites down on my nipple and thrusts hard, making my own hips sway violently and grind down without any semblance of control, and suddenly, I’m coming too. I’m coming hard, the hot waves making me cry out. I can feel myself clench tightly around Lennox while he thrusts inside me. He pounds into me, even from beneath me, slamming our hips together, our skin wet and sticking together, and then he slams one last time deep inside me and pulses there. I feel his warmth flood through me as he groans out my name and shakes below me.
I honestly don’t think I’ve ever had a climax like this in my life. It’s still going, the heat washing through me such that I feel like my blood is boiling. My hips are still rolling gently now but grinding it out, wave after wave, more heat, more pleasure, more goodness, more of everything.
I wait for a few minutes just to enjoy the aftershocks and afterglow. Then I start worrying about how long is too long to wait, am I really glowing, is afterglow a real thing, do guys get that—of course, guys get that—and would Lennox be willing to cuddle right now?
Before I can truly start worrying about it, he solves that question for me by grasping my waist and swinging me off of him right onto the bed beside him. He does a bridge thing with his heels on the comforter and lifts every other part except his shoulders, then untucks the quilt and has it wrapped around me in the next instant. He settles me against him and wriggles on the mattress.
“This is a pretty comfy bed.”
I can practically hear the springs getting ready to bust under our combined weight. “It’s alright. It was my parents’ old one. They gave it to me when I got my own place. Beds are expensive, and it’s the one thing I’m not really willing to buy antique or secondhand, at least not the mattress and box spring part, so I was super grateful, even though it is my parent’s old bed. And yeah, it might be kind of creepy, but I try not to think about it.”
Lennox’s smile is an instant wattage straight to my chest. “Did you have an exorcism for it?”
“I can’t say I did.”
“Never mind.” He runs his fingers through my hair. “I think we’ve christened it now, so that’s all that matters. You might have had to wait a good number of years for me, but I got here eventually.”
I bite my bottom lip, chewing on it too hard while I contemplate if he’s opening the door for us to talk about more or if I shouldn’t go there. I know if I don’t, I’m going to wish I did, but at the same time, I don’t want to rush things or make Lennox uncomfortable. I really don’t want him to clam up and become all silent again.
“So, uh, your granny is one of those badass people who fight crime unofficially. Like a superhero, but not. What do they call those people?”
“Vigilantes?”
“Right. That’s it.”
I swirl my finger over Lennox’s chest. I can see the scars dotting his skin like a strange roadmap, and while I can’t ignore them, I don’t fixate on them either. I was trying to tell him earlier that his past matters to me, but his present matters more, and he’s always going to be beautiful in my eyes. I don’t know if what I said came out right, though. The scars are never going to go away, and I can’t unsee them because of what they mean, but maybe in time, I can learn to make peace with what he told me the same way he did. And by that, I mean come to terms with my anger over how he was treated as a child because children are innocent, and no one should ever have to live that sort of life.
“So your granny lost her husband—I’m very sorry to hear that—and she just vowed revenge and went for it? How did she go from being a regular older lady to a hacker vigilante senior citizen?”
“Well, that’s a long story. I guess the short version of it was that she went to college and took classes. This was during the infancy of the internet, and I think it actually made certain concepts easier to grasp. She made a lot of friends there who were into some shady stuff, real computer nerds who took things as far as they could take it, and they continued to learn and do so, and she was right there in the thick of it. I think people probably got a kick out of her. That’s the thing. No one ever expects that older people can do things like that.”