Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 72643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
“What if I just stay in the car? Or wear a vest?”
“You know that’s not enough. We need to train you with guns and other weapons. I have no doubt that you will learn how to be an asset on the combat side of things.” He gave a wry smile and shook his head. “Even though I tried my damnedest to keep you away from this life. We see how that worked out.”
I brushed the tip of my nose against his. “It’s not my fault you’re a softy and always give me what I want.”
“You and that sassy mouth.” He ran his hand down to my ass and squeezed. “I like that you want to come. I really do. But you’re not ready. And I need my head in the game at all times until the Russians are done and dusted.”
He was right, and I hated that he was right. But I could still help out. I wriggled my ass against his erection. If I couldn’t go with him to the battlefield, I would give him something that would guarantee he would do everything in his power to return home to me. Leaning close to his ear, I whispered, “Tell me how badly you want to fuck my ass.”
He gripped me tighter and yanked me against his chest. “You’re such a bad girl.”
A knock on the dining room door caught our attention.
Peter strode in. “Sorry to interrupt, but it’s time for the meeting.”
Nate groaned. “Right now?”
I nibbled his ear. “Since you’re going to be out of the house all day, this is a limited time offer.”
Nate shot up from his seat and tossed me over his shoulder. I squeaked as he marched through the dining room.
“Whoa.” Peter held his hands up. “The meeting—”
“Can wait,” Nate finished for him. He carried me past Peter, and I gave a little wave as Nate powered me up the stairs, to our room, and tossed me onto the bed.
“Strip.” His voice was low and edged with gravel as he hastily removed his clothes.
I took my time peeling off my t-shirt, shorts, and underwear.
“You are such a naughty little tease.” Nate opened the bottom drawer on his nightstand and pulled out a small black box.
“What’s that?” I pressed my thighs together as I took in his beautiful form.
“You aren’t the only one with a talent for ordering things off the Internet.” He opened the box and pulled out a small bottle of lube and a pink vibrator.
Curiosity tickled me in all the right places as I watched him set the items on the nightstand.
“Spread your legs.”
I obeyed, wanting everything from him all at once.
He got on his knees and pressed his mouth to my pussy. His tongue eased along me, each stroke tantalizing and perfect. He reached for the vibrator and clicked it on. The low hum made promises, and the little device delivered as soon as he touched it to my clit.
My back arched, and I moaned low in my throat as the new sensation washed over me.
Nate glanced up, his eyes warm in the morning sunlight. “What? They don’t have vibrators at boarding school?”
“No way. Your roommate would hear.” I could barely get the words out, the vibration against my clit frying my brain.
“So you’re only used to this?” He slid two fingers inside me.
I nodded over and over again. “Uh huh.”
He pulsed his fingers in and out and drove me crazy with the vibrator. When my legs began to shake, he eased off and slid his fingers to my asshole, rubbing the sensitive skin and spreading my wetness.
“Over.” He grabbed my hip and rolled me to my stomach, then pulled me to my knees. Reaching around, he pressed the vibrator to my clit again, and I buried my face in the sheets.
Before long, a wet sensation had me staring back at Nate. He was pouring lube on my ass and spreading it with his fingers. I was so close to coming, but then he pulled the vibrator away and made me wait. It was maddening. Over and over, I was almost there only to be denied. But his teasing seemed to have a purpose, because he eased his finger into my asshole, then added another as his delicious torture continued. When he added a third finger, I didn’t know if I could take it. But his use of the vibrator told me I could. The vibrator told me I wanted more. I agreed with it, rocking my hips against the little device and working his fingers.
But then he pulled it away again, and his fingers disappeared too. More lube and then the vibrator thankfully returned. Something much thicker than a finger pressed against my asshole, and I froze.
“Don’t go tense on me. Just let yourself go.” He circled the vibrator on my clit, convincing me that he was right.