LuckoftheDraw by Jayne Kingston Read Free Book Online

water.
    “Honey, why does it feel like Antarctica in here?”
    He could hear her voice coming closer as she spoke but
couldn’t open his mouth to tell her to go away. He flinched at the
metal-on-metal sound of the shower-curtain hooks scraping over the rod.
    And then she breathed, “Oh wow.”
    Alex straightened and pushed his hair out of his face.
    “Petra, this is embarrassing enough without the commentary.”
    She was staring at his cock, and damn if he didn’t love it.
    She looked up and reached for the faucet at the same time.
“I’m going to move real slow so as not to frighten it away, all right?”
    He started to shiver from the inside out the moment the
water turned off.
    “There’s really no reason to patronize me.” He swiped a hand
over his face and ran his fingers through his hair to squeeze out more water.
    “Patronize you?” She unbuttoned his shirt and let it drop to
the floor. Goose bumps rippled over her skin and her nipples tightened in the
cold air. “I drew your keys fair and square, Alexander Mackenzie Morrison. You
owe me a ride on that bad boy.”
    Even through the humiliation burning fresh through him, he
was caught off guard by how stunningly beautiful she was—black hair, exotic
eyes, ruby lips and all that pale skin that practically begged to be marred by
a lovebite or twenty.
    In places only she would be able to see later, of course.
    She stepped onto the side of the tub.
    “Owe you?” he asked, pretending to be offended as he put his
cold hands on her waist to steady her.
    She gasped. “Fucking hell. You’re the biggest Popsicle
ever.”
    “I won’t be for long,” he said and pulled her warm body
against his.
    She gasped again as though she couldn’t catch her breath,
but she wrapped herself around him anyway, her arms gripping his shoulders and
one leg coming up around his waist. Alex shivered harder as their lips came
together, his jaw trembling so much he was afraid he might accidentally bite
her.
    His cock was trapped between their bellies. He got his arms
under her ass and she brought her other leg up to squeeze his waist tight. She
shifted so his cock fell free, the ultrasensitive head sliding along her slick
heat as it did.
    Holding her close so she wouldn’t slip out of his wet arms,
he turned and pinned her to the shower wall so hard they both sounded a quiet
“oof”. God bless Busha and her obsession with non-slip bathtub decals, he
thought absently, feet braced solidly on the bottom of the tub. He could hardly
breathe when she maneuvered her hand between their bodies and guided the head
of his cock to her hot, wet little cunt.
    Time seemed to stand still for a moment. He went completely
calm and the trembling in his body subsided. She ran her hands over his face,
smoothed them over his wet hair, while they simply looked at each other for a
long moment.
    She bit his bottom lip as he pushed inside of her a little.
The sharp edge of pain mixed with the heart-stopping feel of her squeezing him
tight, her pussy resisting him at first, brought out a moan that started deep
in his chest. He had her. She was his.
    His.
    He kissed her as roughly as he wanted to take her body. She
was tight but hot and wet and he could wait as long as she needed to get ready
for him. She dug her nails into his shoulders when he started rocking his hips,
stroking her with the head of his cock in short, tight movements that were
surely going to kill him.
    He got a good hold on her ass to support her and brought one
hand up to cradle her breast in his palm. He brushed his fingers over her long,
hard nipple and then twisted gently, making her squirm against him, taking him
a little deeper.
    A shudder racked his body and he lengthened his movements,
pushing farther into her each time, feeling her open up for him on every
thrust. Spurred on by the soft, desperate sounds she was making, he buried
himself balls deep in one long, persistent stroke and then had to hold very
still.
    Every single one