Craving It All (The Hellfire Riders Book 5) by Wilde Kati

Author:Wilde, Kati [Wilde, Kati]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Kati Wilde
Published: 2016-08-28T16:00:00+00:00

11

Bull

Around three in the morning, Sara stirs against me—her soft breasts pressing into my side, her hand lying on my chest, her legs tangled up with mine. Waking up every day as early as she does, her body’s internal alarm clock is probably set to this hour.

Just like mine is—though tonight, I haven’t slept even a minute. Not with my chest aching like it is. Because ever since I met her, I wanted to hold her through the night with the taste of her pussy on my lips.

I just never imagined that when I did, it’d be after she fell asleep crying.

But she’s not crying now. I don’t even think she realizes I’m awake. She doesn’t shift away or untangle our legs. Instead she softly sighs, her head pillowed on my shoulder. My arm went numb hours ago but I’d have willingly sacrificed the whole damn limb to hold her like this.

Especially after she absently begins trailing her fingernails through the hair on my chest.

Petting me, exploring me, I’m not sure. And although I’d love to know what’s going through her head, the last thing I want is her pulling away from me, so I keep still. My dick doesn’t stay still, but at least the night’s dark enough to hide the tentpole my cock’s making under the quilt.

I could have stayed like this forever. But three-thirty on the dot, an electronic beep trills through the room and she stiffens beside me.

The daily alarm on my phone. Shit.

I have to let her go to roll over and silence it on the nightstand. When I turn back, she’s sitting on the edge of the bed, pulling the buttonless sides of her shirt together.

“Are you going to town this morning?” she asks without looking back at me.

“To the gym? No.” And I’m not sorry for it. Lifting weights and running on a treadmill is about as fun as stacking wood—but the time in the gym is necessary. Not just because I’ve been acting as the Riders’ enforcer, though that’s a big part of it.

But I’ve never been as dedicated as I have been since Sara came to town. Used to be, I’d drag myself in to the gym three mornings a week. Now I’m there every day she’s working at Reggie’s, and putting more time in. The past few months I’ve packed on more muscle, shed some soft inches—despite eating everything she’s been setting in front of me at breakfast and at lunch.

The way she looked at me last night, I’m glad I’ve been taking the time.

But skipping the gym these three days won’t hurt—especially since I’ve got a pile of wood that needs chopping.

“What time does your dad eat breakfast?”

“About six, maybe,” I tell her and the reason why she’s asking hits me. “You aren’t getting up now to make it, are you? You ought to sleep in.”

She stands. “I will. But it’s almost dawn and I’ve got to…” Her explanation trails off to nothing as she heads for the bathroom attached to my room, scooping up her clothes along the way.

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