Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 36673 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 183(@200wpm)___ 147(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36673 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 183(@200wpm)___ 147(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
“Now you’ve done it. My handcuffs are going to look damn pretty around your wrists while you’re naked on my bed.” I stutter in my race. Still, I’m a couple of steps ahead. I’m sure he’s giving me a little bit of a head start, and I’m going to use it to my advantage. Two can play this game. I push the straps of my dress down while keeping up my momentum, doing a shimmy to help its way to the floor.
“You have to catch me first,” I goad, and no sooner do I make it down the hallway than I feel his arm band around my waist, his hot chest to my back, and his clothed covered cock is wedged between the cheeks of my ass.
“Gotcha, Delilah.” He nips at my ear, and I melt into his warmth.
“I gave up pretty easily,” I say with a gasp as his hand travels up until he’s palming my breast.
“You good with this?” he asks. I’m so lost in euphoria, Fletcher could ask for anything, and I’d more than likely give it to him. I don’t answer him fast enough, so he pinches my nipple to get my attention. “Delilah, I’m going to cuff you to the bed, then I’m going to use my mouth on every inch of your body. I’ll make you come with my fingers inside your pussy, my lips wrapped around these pretty nipples. I’ll work you up again until you’re on the edge, then right before you tip over, I’ll pull back and slam my cock deep inside you and come with you.”
“Yes, please, Fletcher. Please.” My knees weaken. I want all of that and more.
“You’re in for it now, Delilah.” He spins me around, bends at the knees, my stomach going to his shoulder, his hand lands on my ass with a thwack, and I’m being carried down the hall to his bedroom. My hands move to his firm butt, and I squeeze, causing another sharp smack to mirror the slight sting of the other cheek.
“Fletch.” I wiggle my legs, trying to alleviate the ache between my thighs. I’m silently praying he quickens his pace, and we can finally get to the part where he makes me come, repeatedly, over and over again.
Chapter 15
Fletch
“What’s up, big brother?” Justice says on the second ring. There are only two years between Justice and me. From oldest to youngest, it goes Owen, Asher, me, Justice, Colton, and Beau.
“Calling to check in. Haven’t heard from you in a minute.” He’s been out doing his own thing. A musician who has a hit song and everything. I couldn’t be prouder of him, but there’s a selfish part of me that would like to see him come home to settle down.
“I’m good, living the good life, you know? How are things your way?” He’s hedging, giving me the smallest pieces possible. I get it. We all kind of went our separate ways at times. Shit, it was me who left to go fuck around when I graduated high school, move from place to place until I landed in Wyoming. I met Lawson Johnson at a bar, things got rowdy when some dumb fucker decided to get handsy with one of the waitresses, and we took action. It also landed us in our own set of silver bracelets until our names were cleared. That’s how we became friends and still are to this day.
“Fuck, where do I even begin? I’m in deep, man. Deeper than I’ve ever been. I’m talking Mom and Dad kind of deep.” I can see my life planned out—coming home every night to Delilah like I did last night, although the damn thing would be locked, a ring on her finger, my kid inside her. She’d be in one of her sundresses or sweats with one of her tees. Delilah has an aversion for undergarments once she’s home for the day, and I’m hoping she’ll always be that way. I’d walk straight to her, take her in my arms, and kiss her until she’s breathless. Hell, it wouldn’t matter if she was in the kitchen. Delilah could be sitting on the couch, watching one of her sitcoms she enjoys so much, and I’d still do the same damn thing.
“Who’s the lucky lady?” Justice asks. I’m in my car on the way to the station, except I’m going to do a drive-by of the house from yesterday. After I made good on my promise, fucking Delilah with my fingers and mouth while she was handcuffed to my bed, only when she boneless, begging for a break, skin slick with perspiration, hair a knotted mess, and flush from head to toe, did I unlock the cuffs. I’d barely rubbed her wrists and shoulders, making sure the circulation was back to normal, when she was attacking me. My cock was more than ready, her pleas about being unable to take much more long gone. Delilah lined her pussy up to my dick and sank down. My mouth went to hers, swallowing down her moans, and she was coming once again, taking me along with her.