Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 79781 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79781 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
I look over toward the side of the house, noticing the gap in the roses. I take off in that direction. He used that area to try to bolt the first night he got here, and I know he would do it again.
Adrenaline hits when I see a figure in the dark, illuminated only by the moon.
Got you.
Tate is there, at the side of the house, moving fast and making his way toward Red Row. He glances back and I know he sees me.
But he’s fast, too.
I break into a steady run, my muscles activating. I know this house, and the side of the yard, better than Tate does, and that's my only advantage.
He doesn’t know about the small brick row that lines the white roses near the front.
His foot catches on one and he goes down in the grass, his hands coming down in front of him to break his fall.
I seize the opportunity.
I close the gap between us fast, and I drape myself over his body from behind, gripping one of his hands in the grass.
“Trying to get out?” I utter behind his ear. “You think I wouldn’t know?”
“I knew you’d find out. I just didn’t give a fuck, Roman.”
“Thought I wouldn’t catch you?”
“I’m faster than you.”
I push his clenched fist hard into the grass. “Doesn’t matter. I’m bigger.”
He growls beneath me, struggling endlessly, trying to pull out of my grasp.
But he won’t win.
In this position I have the advantage. He’s still facing downward and my chest is heavy over his back, with my groin shoving against his ass.
“Stop struggling or I’ll push your pretty face into the dirt, Landrey.”
“Then do it.”
My heart slams against my ribcage.
This is what my body is supposed to do. What I was made for.
I don’t want Tate to feel like he’s a bird in a fucking cage, but he’s crazy if he thinks I’ll let him sneak out under my watch.
He shifts under me and I feel the bulk of his ass push up against me. He’s so warm, and the heft of his glutes feels even better than any woman’s ass I’ve ever felt there.
My cock throbs against him.
Fuck.
Each beat of my heart thuds in my chest as blood rushes lower in my body, my cock thickening as Tate struggles beneath me, then finally stops thrashing.
As I slide lower to secure my hold on him, my erection pushes against the cleft of his ass. Even through my jeans, it’s obvious, and I know he feels it, too.
“Knew you’d follow me,” he utters, his voice straining as he catches his breath. “Just wanted to see how long it would take you.”
“You were testing me?”
His hand suddenly moves under mine, and he gets a grip on my palm, digging his nails hard into my skin. I wrest control of his hand again in a moment, but the sharp pain he laid into me just makes my cock harder.
“I’ll test you every fucking day,” he growls beneath me. “If you’re going to try to give me rules, get used to it. I’ll never stop. I’ll make you chase me every fucking night—”
I reach one hand up and grip the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling his neck backward. “I’ll catch you every time.”
“I fucking hate you.”
“Where’s that sad little angel from earlier?”
“He’s off the clock when I need to get fucked.”
“Adorable how desperate you are.”
He pushes his ass hard up against my groin again on purpose, and I yank his hair hard. “Keep calling me desperate when you’re this hard, Roman. Get it in your head. I can’t stand you. Didn’t even know the real you until today.”
“Not very fond of you, either. Need strange dick so badly you’ll sneak out like a child at night?”
“I’ll do whatever I fucking want,” he tells me in a low, bitter tone. “I told you I was a slut. I meant it.”
I shove my cock harder against his ass this time, an animalistic urge taking over.
My fingers are pushed deep into his soft hair, and I lean over and bury my nose in it, smelling his sea salt shampoo and just wanting to pull him closer.
His smell drives me wild.
I would never come close to doing this to another man. I’d never be hard on top of another man, because I don’t want them.
But the smaller size of his body underneath mine is like a shot of hard liquor right to my veins. I’m covering him completely, like I could keep him against my body forever and take him around like a goddamn charm in my pocket.
“If you need cock that badly,” I tell him, “You will come to me. Not a stranger.”
“The hell is that supposed to mean?”
“You know what it means.”
He groans lightly as I finally let my grip on his hair go, sliding my hand around to the front of his throat, instead.