Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 109176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 546(@200wpm)___ 437(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 546(@200wpm)___ 437(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
When I step inside, I find her brushing her teeth. An empty toothbrush container sits on the counter. She must hear me approach because she turns to face me after spitting out the water in her mouth.
“I hope you don’t mind. I found a toothbrush.”
“What’s mine is yours, Hellfire.”
She shuts the water off. “You ever going to stop calling me that?”
I take a step closer to her. “Do you want me to?”
“Nope.”
“Good, ’cause I wasn’t going to.” I reach my hands out and place them on her hips. “I like having you here.”
“I like being here.”
“Then never leave.”
She laughs. “One step at a time, Sinclair.”
I raise my brows at the use of my last name. “Sinclair, is it?”
“Yep.” She pops the p, and then lets out a squeak when I lift her and walk her to the shower. “What are you doing?”
“You’re a dirty girl and need a shower.”
“Alone?” She playfully pouts.
“Fuck no.”
She makes quick work of undressing, and I turn on the water, then strip too.
Once we’re both in the shower, I lather up her hair and her body. She deserves to be worshipped, and that’s what I plan to do. I wash every inch of her, and when I’m finished washing her, I get on my knees and pull her legs apart.
“What are you doing?”
“Making you all dirty again.”
I lean forward, swiping my tongue against her clit. “Any objections?”
“Nope.”
Good, because I plan to devour her.
With my hands on her thighs, I spread her legs wider. “You taste amazing.”
Josephine’s legs start to shake, and I try to settle her, but it’s nearly impossible with the way she vibrates as she falls apart on my tongue. I continue to suck her clit as she rides her high, and only stop when the trembling ceases.
“Let’s go.” I grab her and throw her wet body over my shoulder, and then step out of the shower. The cold air stabs at my skin. Josephine shivers in my grasp, but I doubt it’s from the cold.
“You need to get us towels.”
“Nope.” I continue to walk, water pooling at my feet with each step I take.
Finally, when I’m in front of the bed, I drop her down and follow, laying my still wet body over hers.
With her legs bracketed around my hips, I bury myself inside her.
She feels amazing.
She is amazing.
Josephine gasps at the movement, and I hold steady, letting her adjust to my size. Then slowly, I pull back.
She wiggles her hips, slipping the head of my dick back inside her.
As she moans, my movement speeds up. Thrusting in and out of her. I want to draw this out, but I’m so close, I don’t think I can. Having her come on my tongue has me already too close.
“I need you to wrap your arms around me, Hellfire,” I command.
“Why?”
“I’m afraid I’ll crush you, but I want no space between us.” Her arms wrap around my back, and I bury my head in her neck. “I thought I lost you.”
“I will always come back to you.”
Like Aphrodite.
79
DANE
The following morning, I leave Josephine in my bed to meet Molly. She’s waiting outside her apartment building when I pull up to get her.
We drive in silence, but from where I’m sitting, from the corner of my eye, I can see that she’s just pulled a manila file out of her bag.
“What’s that?” I ask.
“Everything we need to shut our uncle up.”
“Okay.”
“No more questions?”
“Molly, I trust you. If you say you have this, then I believe you.”
“Thanks, Dane. You don’t understand how much that means to me.” She rummages through some papers before she places the manila folder back in her bag. “I’m happy for you and Josie. She’s perfect for you, you know?”
“She is.”
“She’s the perfect sunshine to your grumpy.”
“Sunshine? Wait until you get to know her better, she’s more of a hellfire.”
“I can’t wait.”
I smile as I continue to drive to my uncle’s house. He hasn’t moved. He still lives on the outskirts of town, where he and my father grew up before my dad moved to the opposite side of town to start his own family.
When the familiar white house comes into focus, I slow my car. The place looks beat up. The years haven’t been good to it. What was once crisp, newly painted white wood is now peeling and discolored.
The side window is boarded up, and the screen door seems to hang off the hinge.
No wonder he sees me as a payday, and the truth is, without Molly, he might just get it.
I roll the car to a stop, and then both Molly and I are out of the car and walking to the door. He must have seen us coming because the door flies open once we are on the front step.
“Look who finally came to visit.” He looks at Molly. “And, Molly, you sure did grow up to be a looker, like your mama.”