Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 34166 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34166 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
“Jesus, Locke. Shower, now.” She slides off the counter. I follow her, staying pressed to her back, my cock sitting between the globes of her ass. Jade bends ever so slightly to turn the water on and adjust the temperature, and I dip my hips. The head of my cock slips between her thighs, wetness coats me, and she’s not the only one fucking moaning.
“I should take you just like this.” Her hips jut back, tipping upward and allowing my head to sink inside her.
“Locke,” she breathes, looking over her shoulder.
“Next time.” As much as it pains me to say that, my energy is fucking dwindling, and the last thing I want is to see stars, end up on my ass, and have Jade worried all over again.
“Yeah.” I take a step back, losing her heat, she enters the shower first, and I follow her.
“Christ, love that ass. Can’t wait to get inside it.” Jade’s back is to the water, head tipped back, hair soaked, drops sliding down her curvy-as-fuck body.
“Once you’re healed, it’s all yours.” My ass meets the bench, jarring my shoulder. I bite back the pain and keep my face neutral, though it’s hard as fuck. I know Jade; the minute she sees anything out of the ordinary, she’ll put a stop to this, and blue balls is the last thing I want.
“Fuck yeah. Come here, sugar, need your mouth before I explode.” I lean back, spread my thighs, and hold my shaft.
“Hold my hair back for me?” she asks, walking toward me, hips swaying, nipples tight and hard, and eyes full of mischief.
“With pleasure.” She drops to her knees, hands going to my thighs, and I wrap her dark wet hair in my fist. “Jesus, fuck, your hot mouth wrapped around my dick undoes me.” Jade takes my tip, sucking it and in doing so, tasting herself. It’s hot as hell, and neither one of us is one to shy away from relishing the other. No matter if she swallows my cum or I eat her pussy, I’m still gonna kiss her, and she’s still gonna kiss me.
My hand tightens when she takes me to the back of her throat, swallowing while keeping herself there. I can feel her exhale against my pelvis when she breathes through her nose. It’s hot as hell, just like everything about Jade McKay. She’s the woman who’s everything to me.
“Hmm,” she moans, bobbing up and down, getting into a flow that sets my soul on fire. My eyes close for barely a moment before I look down at the same time she looks up at me. Her cheeks are red, her eyelashes are wet, and her lips are swollen. Still, she doesn’t stop.
“Getting close, Jade. Not sure I can hold off much longer.” The past few days have been infuriating. Having her close to me, pressed against my cock in the hospital yet being unable to do a damn thing about it has given me the worst case of blue balls a man can endure.
Jade doesn’t say anything; instead, her attention to every detail unfolds. She picks up on my hips lifting, allowing me to take over, and when I’m unable to hold back, I grunt, “Sugar.” I hold her head while she chokes then relaxes her throat, and swallows each jet of cum.
“That was fast.” She pulls off my cock, wiping the last remnants of my cum off her lips before licking her fingers clean.
“Always busting my balls. At least my nurse being naked is a perk.” She throws her head back, laughter fills the shower, and I know we’ll be doing a hell of a lot more, and soon. While I like having her mouth and giving her my fingers, nothing beats being inside the woman you love.
18
Jade
Ihaven’t heard from my brother in three days. No calls, no text, and he definitely hasn’t shown up on Locke’s doorstep. I’m frustrated, annoyed, and honestly a little bit disheartened by the whole situation.
It’s wearing me down, and I know Locke can feel my emotions rolling off me in waves. Which is why I’m on the back porch, sitting on the step and placing this phone call while Locke is inside with the physical therapist. I’m just hopeful he’ll actually pick up the phone.
The family trait of icing people out is strong. Jace is taking a sheet out of the playbook and doing it to not only me but to our mom. Except he’s answering her texts, albeit with one-word answers, but it’s a response all the same. My heart hurts not only for myself but for my mom, too. I’ve really made a mess out of things. Maybe we should have told Jace right away instead of hiding it, but then I think about him blowing up at the hospital and realize that nothing would have been the right way, because it wouldn’t be Jace’s way.