Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 106090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
We stumble backward, mouths still locked, hands grabbing and pulling. Knox shoves me against the wall near the hearth, the wood cold against my back but his body hot against my front, and I drag him closer, needing more, needing everything.
We both glance at Hailey—still asleep, still oblivious—and we make a silent agreement. We’ll be quiet. We’ll be careful.
But we’re not stopping.
I wanted my cock buried in Knox Bishop the minute I first saw him. Us being Marines didn’t calm the beast inside me one bit. Every drill, every grunt in the mud, I watched him. Those broad shoulders flexing under his fatigues, sweat dripping down his neck like a fucking invitation. He was all discipline on the outside, barking orders with that gravelly voice that hit me right in the gut. I also saw the fire in his eyes when our gazes locked.
But nothing happened back then. As much as I wanted it to, nothing.
But now . . .
Now is different.
We’re out of the Corps, both of us, the weight of those uniforms long shed like old skin. The fire is the only sound on this snowy morning. He doesn’t pull back, just holds my stare, lips curving into a smirk that says he knows exactly what I’ve been thinking all these years.
He looks over his shoulder at Hailey sleeping in the bed. “Can you suck my cock quietly? I don’t want to wake her.”
My cock throbs at the question, the beast inside roaring to life. I can tell he isn’t being sneaky or keeping this from her . . . it comes from consideration instead.
I nod. “Yeah, I can be quiet. For her.” My heart pounds as I drop to my knees in front of him, the wooden floor cold against my skin but nothing compared to the heat building between us. Knox shifts, unzipping his pants with a deliberate slowness that makes my mouth water. His cock springs free, thick and hard, veins pulsing like it’s been waiting for this moment as long as I have.
I lean in, wrapping my hand around the base, feeling the warmth of him, the weight that’s all power and promise. My lips brush the tip, tasting the salt of pre-cum, and I take him in slowly, inch by inch, savoring the way he fills my mouth. He lets out a soft groan, muffled, his fingers threading into my hair—not pulling, just holding, like he’s anchoring himself.
The flames cast flickering shadows behind us, and I glance up at him through my lashes. His eyes are dark with want, those blue irises nearly swallowed by his pupils, that smirk burning off, his expression going open and hungry. I work him with my tongue, swirling and sucking, keeping it steady, silent except for the wet sounds I swallow down. Hailey stirs once in her sleep, a tiny murmur, and we both freeze for a heartbeat, but she settles, oblivious.
Knox’s grip tightens, his hips twitching forward just enough to urge me on. The animal in me loves this—pleasing him, finally, after all that pent-up hunger. I pick up the pace, hollowing my cheeks, taking him deeper until my throat burns with the effort to stay quiet. His breath hitches, ragged but controlled, and I know he’s close, the tension coiling in his body like a spring ready to snap.
I feel the first shudder run through him, his muscles tightening under my touch, and I double down, sucking harder, my hand pumping in rhythm with my mouth. The taste of him grows stronger, saltier, as he swells against my tongue, pushing me to the edge of what I can take without gagging. His fingers dig into my scalp now, not painful, just desperate, guiding me without words.
A low, barely audible rumble escapes his throat, and I glance up again, seeing his teeth clenched, eyes half-lidded in that fierce concentration I’ve known from the field. It’s like we’re back in the mud, synced in silence, but this is so much fucking better. My own cock aches, straining against my pants, but I ignore it—this is for him, this release I’ve craved.
Then it hits. He bucks once, twice, spilling hot and thick down my throat. I swallow every drop, milking him through it, my lips sealed tight to keep it all contained, no mess, no noise. His body goes rigid, then slumps, a deep exhale the only sound as he rides the aftershocks. I pull back slowly, licking him clean, savoring the last taste before tucking him away with careful hands.
He looks down at me, that smirk returning, softer now, laced with something like gratitude. “Fuck, that was . . .” he whispers, trailing off as he helps me to my feet. My knees protest from the hard floor, but the fire in my veins drowns it out. We both glance at Hailey again—she’s still out, curled under the blankets, her breathing even and peaceful.