Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 74882 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74882 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
“Now we play.”
She frowns when we step out of the cab. Rather than taking her straight to bed like I wanted, I decided she needed to loosen up first. Plus, I quite enjoy poking at her a little. Call it foreplay. She’s hot as hell when she gets mad or flustered. Seeing her in front of a miniature golf place with her brows furrowed in confusion damn near gets me hard.
“Ready to get your ass kicked in putt-putt golf?”
Her lip curls up. “What is this?”
I mimic holding a club and pretend to hit my imaginary golf ball. “Like real golf but less boring and takes more skill.”
She scoffs. “Real golf takes skill.”
“Accurate. Putt-putt takes more skill, though.”
“You’re insane.”
“I know. Come on. Let’s go play.”
After paying our entry fee, we’re given a couple of putters and a golf ball each. Sher marches right over to the first hole. I make a great show of eyeballing her ass as she bends to put the ball at the starting point. She flips me off before straightening.
“Ready to lose?” Her dark brow is arched in challenge.
“I never lose.”
“Neither do I.”
She taps the ball with her club and it sails right into the hole. Rather than squealing like a typical girl, Sheridan smirks and marks it down on the tally sheet. “What will you do for me when you lose?”
At this, I laugh. “Are you betting me, woman?”
“I absolutely am.”
“Dangerous, little bee. Very dangerous.”
I squat to set my ball down and narrow my eyes down the worn green turf to assess how hard I’ll need to tap it.
“You talk big for a boy who’s afraid to lose,” she taunts.
“I’m a man,” I remind her, standing to my full height. “And I’m not going to lose.”
“Then let’s bet on it.”
“What are the stakes?”
She prances over to me and flutters her long lashes, making my dick embarrassingly hard. “You win, you can stay in my bed tonight. But if you lose—”
I dip down and kiss her, stealing her words. When we finally break away, I grin at her. “I told you I don’t lose.” I step back and pat her hip with my putter. “When I win, I expect you to stay in our hotel bed the entire night. Naked. I have plans for that body and I don’t need clothes interrupting.”
Ignoring her growling, I step over to my ball and hit it just hard enough that it drops into the hole on the first try.
My girl may be competitive, but so am I.
She looks so fucking good naked in bed. Her dark hair is no longer sleek and straight. It’s messy and wet and wavy from our frantic shower where I took her for the third time this evening. Now, she’s eating cheese and crackers from a platter that we had delivered by room service and there are crumbs on her tits. My mouth waters to lick them off. I’ve spent most of the afternoon licking every square inch of her naked body since I whipped her ass in putt-putt.
“You’re still gloating,” she says with a groan. “We should have gone another round.”
“So that you could have lost yet another bet?” I challenge. I pick a large crumb from her hair and eat it.
“You’re awfully cocky, pilot.”
I pounce on her, settling myself between her thighs. “You like it.”
She rolls her eyes. “I like a man who listens.”
“Is that right?” I taunt, nipping at her lip and chin and nose. “You found the wrong man to fall in love with.”
I freeze as soon as the words so casually tumble out of my mouth. Her eyes are wide and my heart won’t stop pounding in my chest. I should reel them back in or she should argue. We do neither. My lips fuse to hers and I rub my hard cock between the slick lips of her pussy until I’m pushing into her warm depths. She moans into my mouth, her nails clawing at my shoulders.
“Sher, you’re killing me,” I admit against her mouth as I thrust gently. “You’ve wrecked my life in the best possible way.”
“Me?” she moans, lifting her hips as she digs her heels into my ass. “You’re the one who crash landed into my life and my bed, bird boy.”
I kiss her as though I can memorize every taste, every mewl, every ragged breath. Her cunt clenches my cock as if it has been made just for this purpose. Just for me.
It doesn’t take much of my rubbing her clit since I sucked it nearly raw in the shower before she’s detonating in pleasure. The way she writhes and begs and whimpers has me exploding. My heat floods into her, marking her as mine.
I could get used to this.
I could do this forever.
Fuck, I am so attached to this girl. There’s no untangling myself from her without seriously doing my head in. How is it she wrapped me around her finger in such a short amount of time?