Total pages in book: 147
Estimated words: 136048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 680(@200wpm)___ 544(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 136048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 680(@200wpm)___ 544(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
How the hell is a woman supposed to choose between that? But more than that, can she? There’s too much at stake here. If she were to choose, it could alter the relationship between Ace and Diesel for good, and I’m not sure Izzy could look herself in the mirror if she were to do anything that messed with their friendship. After all, these two have to have each other’s backs out in the field. There can’t be any animosity between them because that’s when lives get lost.
It’s well after two in the morning when Knight and I finally get home, and as I collapse onto the couch, Knight strides through the living room and takes a candle off the shelf. He begins to light it, and I let out a deep groan. “Shit. I knew this was coming.”
Knight glances back at me, his brows furrowing. “The fuck are you talking about?”
“You’re trying to sacrifice me, aren’t you?”
Knight laughs and strides back toward me, putting the candle down in the center of the coffee table, but as he watches me, there’s something dark in his gaze, a hunger that I can’t ignore. I find myself sitting up, willing to do whatever he asks of me.
He stands by the coffee table, his heated gaze locked on me, slowly unbuttoning his shirt, but honestly, he could probably just flex all of his muscles and tear right out of it, Hulk style. The shirt falls to the floor, and with the soft candlelight hitting his skin, my mouth waters.
Every damn ridge of his strong muscles entices me, his tattoos perfectly showcased, but it’s the way he holds my stare that really gets me. He’s fucking perfect. Every damn sculpted inch of him.
His fingers fall to his belt, slowly working it open with only one hand before popping the button of his pants. My thighs clench at the promise of what he’s got waiting for me, and as I catch my breath, he finally begins closing the distance, stalking me like a lion on the hunt.
He steps right in front of me before taking my chin, his thumb brushing across my bottom lip as an intense hunger fills my veins.
“On your knees.”
Goddamn. His voice is a command that can’t be argued with, and I don’t hesitate to slide off the edge of the couch and drop straight to the floor, my knees braced against the cool floorboards. My gaze never strays from his, waiting for my next instruction, desperate to please him.
He takes my chin again, and goose bumps sweep across my body. He groans and frees his straining cock. His fist braces around his thick base, slowly working up and down. “Fucking take me, doll.”
My tongue rolls over my lips, and I press higher on my knees as he reaches around me, gripping the back of my neck before trailing his hand into my hair and holding tight.
My hand comes down over his at his base, slowly working up and down as I lean into him, feeling his tip brush across my lips. “Open,” he groans.
I do as he asks, opening my mouth, but he shakes his head, the hunger in his eyes morphing into an undeniable starvation. “Wider.”
My tongue flicks out, teasing the tip of his cock before pulling right back again, giving an inch, only to take a mile. Knight grits his teeth and groans, his hand shifting on top of mine at his base and squeezing tight. His fingers knot into my hair and pull, tipping my head right back. “You’re playing with fire, doll.”
“Oh yeah,” I tease, my chest heaving as my hand slips between my thighs, trying to relieve the ache despite the layers of clothes I have on. “What are you going to do about it?”
His eyes blaze with a deep need that has me drenched, and I don’t doubt that he senses the same desperation deep within me. “Don’t tempt me, doll.”
“Take it,” I whisper into the candlelit room, my hand squeezing around the base of his cock. “Any way you want.”
He growls, and with that, he pulls back on my hair again, tipping my head back further, and as he guides his thick tip toward my mouth, I open as wide as I can, welcoming him right to the back of my throat. He takes me, thrusting into my mouth, and I don’t hesitate, reaching up and gripping the back of his strong thigh.
I take him deep, closing my mouth around him and letting my tongue do the talking. He thrusts, fucking my mouth as he pushes right past my gag reflexes.
“Fuck, doll.”
I groan around his sheer size, barely able to open my mouth wide enough as he watches my hand roam over him. His eyes darken as I hungrily take him, silently begging him for more.