Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 129571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 648(@200wpm)___ 518(@250wpm)___ 432(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 648(@200wpm)___ 518(@250wpm)___ 432(@300wpm)
“You were in the hallway for a while, I almost thought you wouldn’t make it.”
“Not funny.” I turned to the other women. “Thank you, ladies.”
They giggled.
“However,” I returned to my tesoro’s breasts, “I think that whatever was going to happen should occur later because right now I’m going to do some improper things to this beautiful goddess right here.”
“No.” Jasmine held the remote control in the air. “You’re going to sit down in that chair over there so I can dance for you.”
Funny. Now I have a surprise. I took that damned thing off.
I licked my lips. “Dance for me later.”
“I have the power, Chase.” She jiggled the remote control above her head.
I turned back to the other women. “Ladies, you have less than a minute before your eyes are going to see some serious hard-hitting sex magic happening—”
“Go sit down, Chase.” Jasmine pushed the button.
I smirked.
She pushed it again, looked at the control, and then turned back to me. “Really? You took it off?”
“You now have fifty seconds, ladies.” I unbuckled my belt.
Jasmine bit her lip. “Stop that, Chase. I have a whole routine.”
“I can catch it later.” I unbuttoned my shirt. “It’s about to go down!”
The women fled with giggles.
The blonde whispered to one of the others, “This girl isn’t ever going to get to do that damn dance. First the strip club gets shot up. Now he’s about to shoot her up.”
“For real.” Another laughed and high-fived her.
My shirt was off and pants down, by the time the door closed behind the dancers.
Jasmine placed her hands on those rubied-hips. “You’re hard to surprise.”
“Only when it concerns my cock.” I rushed for her.
She shrieked as I grabbed her.
“You know these straps are going to be nothing but rubies and torn cording on the floor, right?”
Her eyes lowered to a sleepy cat gaze. “Yes, I was hoping so.”
“I love you.”
“I love you, too, Chase.”
I didn’t get why, but I believed I had to say it again. She’d seen it. We’d been through enough, but sometimes people had to be reminded of the love in front of them. “I would kill for you.”
“Me too, baby.” She got on the tips of her toes and pressed her lush mouth against mine. “In fact, I hope to kill for you soon.”
There it went again. How much had she changed? She scared me a little more and more each day, and then like nothing happened, she would be Jasmine again.
But none of that mattered, once I thrust my cock into her wet opening and moaned like a beast in heat.
I moved through a perfect storm.
I swam within pleasure and pain.
Falling.
Drowning.
Suffocating, and not trying to breathe.
This was life with her.
A continuous high.
Salvation within a tornado.
Everyone, no matter where they came from or what they were born with, everyone wanted the same thing.
Love.
And not just the romantic side of love. The yearning for companionship. They hoped for that specific thought that no one ever wanted to say out loud.
They just didn’t want to die alone.
Wasn’t that what everything was all about? Benny killing for Sophia, thinking he’d had some sort of partner in crime. Vivian and Troy fighting for the truth of what they were. And Jasmine ran away from me, just to return, renewed and even more dedicated to us.
No one truly wanted to die alone, and in this short life, why not spend all of this borrowed time being loved?
When I gazed into my tesoro’s eyes, her love spilled out and I knew deep down in the corners of my skull, that I would never die alone. As long as she walked this earth, I would be next to her, following her down any journey that sparked her interests.
“What are you thinking about?” She landed kisses on my chest.
“I’m wondering how many kids I’m going to put inside of you.”
“You’re so romantic.”
“And you’re all mine.”
She wiggled her finger at me. “Just because you put a ring on it, doesn’t mean you’ve bought me, baby. We are just engaged. I still have the option to walk away.”
Growling, I buried my face into her breasts and showed her what she couldn’t run from.
I conquered her flesh.
Lapping.
Tonguing.
Sucking and nibbling.
Thrusting and stroking.
Straps and rubies lay tattered on the floor and I held tesoro up in the air, bouncing her on my cock until her arousal spilled down my thighs.
“Damn you, woman!” I groaned so loud the foundation vibrated.
“Oh Chase.”
“Where you going?” I moved her on my cock. “Huh, tesoro? Where are you going?”
“Nowhere, baby.”
“Nowhere?”
“No,” she moaned and let her head fall back as she orgasmed. “N-nowhere. Nowhere.”
And in that moment, I knew with a clear certainty that whatever obstacle we had to face would be conquered. We’d already taken out monsters—from Dawn to Benny. We would take out more.
Our wedding would happen.
And then the kids.
I wasn’t ready to be a father, but I hadn’t been ready to be a husband either, and somehow she had me following her in that direction.