Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 89093 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89093 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
“Oh…” I push out with a moan when he hits the nervy bud with a stimulating mix of bites, licks, and sucks. He has me coming undone in a shameful amount of time, and I love every single minute of it.
His beard absorbs the aftermath of my blinding orgasm long before it can slick my thighs. He gobbles up every drop like he’s starved of taste before he brings me to climax again and again and again.
“Oh, god. I can’t. I’m…” Goddamn insane if I’m considering stopping this. We have to return to the real world soon. We’ve already stretched our stay from a day visit to an overnight adjournment. We can’t hide forever, and the realization has me grinding my pussy onto JR’s mouth instead of yanking away from him.
“Oh, god. Please. Fuck.” Swearing isn’t usually my go-to way to express myself, but when you can’t find a better word, you go with what works. This is ten years of sexual tension and buildup. It deserves more than a handful of moans and pleas to stop.
More than my heart stops beating when my eyes flutter shut. Sparks of lust aren’t the only thing blistering before my eyes. Faint memories of a time I’ve tried to forget race to the forefront of my mind as well.
They’re just as blistering and as explosive as the climax ripping through me, except they end with me landing in a swampy marshland with my savior’s painful howl piercing my ears a nanosecond before they’re silenced by the mud.
He got burned protecting me.
His back got burned protecting me.
When JR senses that I’m reeling from more than back-to-back orgasms, he lessens the severity of his licks before he eventually pulls back.
“It was you,” I murmur, suddenly knowledgeable as to why his eyes feel so familiar. “You were at the accident. You were the man I tried to save but couldn’t.”
He grunts before shaking his head, denying my claims.
He can deny them all he likes, but I know the truth.
I searched for him when I woke up in a hospital bed with ringing ears and no real knowledge about what had happened, but the instant my hunt thrust me down a path I didn’t want to walk, I gave up. I changed my name, my location, and my field of expertise, and the only time I thought about the man with the pain-filled blue eyes was when my fear of dying by brain hypoxia paralyzed me so well, I had no choice but to contemplate on times gone.
I swish my tongue around my mouth to loosen up my next set of words. “I thought the FBI had relocated you like they did me. Or worse, that they had killed you.” I don’t need to express the Petretti name to get my point across. He knows who they are since he was also victimized by them.
And that’s proven without doubt when a highly recognizable voice outside of the bathroom says, “I once thought the same until I learned the Petrettis don’t play by the same set of rules as everyone else.” Even with him as naked as the day he was born, JR shields my body with his when Cedric walks into the steam-filled bathroom, but I’m the only one left reeling when he adds, “Do they, CJ Petretti?”
Chapter Eighteen
“Tell him he’s wrong,” I solicit when JR doesn’t immediately refute Cedric’s claim. “Tell him he has you mistaken for a Petretti victim. That you’re running from them with me.”
“He can’t tell you that becau—”
“Shut up, Cedric!” I scream, my roar so loud it startles JR even without him looking at me. “I don’t need your help.”
“Clearly, you do.” He thrusts his hand down my body still pinned to the shower wall, my naked pussy mere inches from JR’s head. “Fuck, Jae. I thought you were smart. I thought you would have seen through his act in under a second.”
When Cedric scoffs at me like I’m an imbecile, my feet land on the floor a nanosecond before JR pins him to the steamy tiled wall by his throat.
Despite my foot and heart screaming for a different outcome, I dip under JR’s arm before he can pummel some sense into Cedric with his fists.
I’m not inclined to protect Cedric after what he did to me, but I’m also not in the right frame of mind to determine if JR’s beatdown would be justifiable in a court. Cedric did break into our hotel room, but not once have JR or I asked him to leave, so he could argue he was a wanted guest even with that being far from the truth.
“Ughn!” JR roars when my presence forces him to direct his punch to the wall behind Cedric’s head instead of his nose.
He only changed the course of his swing to ensure he didn’t hurt me.