Bullet's Riley: Ruthless Renegades by Kat Cameron (best motivational books of all time .txt) 📗

wet. Shit, did I fucking squirt on him? I almost let that question out, but before I could, he was on top of me grinding his hard cock against my over sensitive clit.

While he was kissing me, I noticed the taste of my own arousal, and that was hot as fuck. Dragging his mouth down my neck he whispered, “ I was right. You taste just as delicious as you fucking smell.” With that, he went to my nipples and teased me right into another orgasm. Who knew stimulation of the nipples could result in an orgasm?

While he was kissing his way back up to me, I grabbed a condom out of his nightstand and he looked at me and asked, “Are you sure, Riley? I don’t want you to feel pressured. We can stop right now. We don’t have to go any further.”

It was sweet he was reassuring me, but there was no way I was stopping right now. He had been patient with me and I wanted to give him this. So in answer to his question, I rolled the condom on his cock and put him at my entrance. I was wet enough that he slid right in with what sounded like a painful groan. “Fuck, you feel so damn perfect, Riley. So wet and tight and mine. You are fucking mine, right? Tell me, Riley,” He demanded. The look in his eyes was so deadly serious that I was a little stuck on my words.

“Yes, yours. And if any woman gets close to your dick again, I will chop it off and shove it down your own throat.” Huh. I have never been possessive before. He must bring it out of me. The rest of my thoughts disappeared as he lifted one of my legs over his shoulder and started hammering into me. I could feel the orgasm coming along and it wasn’t anything compared to the first two he gave me; it was more intense.

“Fuck yeah, darlin’. Squeeze my cock with that tight pussy. Fuck!” He groaned as I gave him what he wanted. I felt the orgasm so fierce, it was like fire licking through my veins. At the same time, he pumped his release into me and fell onto his forearms next to my head, breathing heavily.

“You are fucking perfect, baby.” He kissed my nose, got up to deal with the condom, and came back to lift me up and bring me in the shower. He got it hot for us and started washing my hair with a gentleness I didn’t think he could possess. His gentle hands finished cleaning the rest of my body for me and I felt like a queen by the time we were done. It was so fucking perfect.

“Thank you, Axel.” I gave him a kiss on his cheek and returned the favor of washing his hair and body too.

As we finished showering, someone knocked on his bedroom door and yelled, “Church in five minutes!” Shit. I totally forgot where we were. I turned redder than a damn apple when I realized everyone probably heard us.

“Nobody is going to give a shit, baby. Relax. I gotta go, but I will see you later.” It was strange how he could almost read my mind. As he got dressed and left me to my own devices, I started to wonder how I was going to tell Stana about Reese. I was nervous that she would push me away or be worried that I was too much of a psycho to be around her and the kids.

If she feels that way, then you will still have me and Axel. I know it isn’t the same, but we will be here, always.

I knew that, but at the same time I wanted my sister back the way we used to be. We were getting there, but I felt more nervous now than I did before. If she didn’t accept who I was, then how would it work with us being around each other all the time? There was only one way to find out, and that was to let her know everything. Mind made up, I went in search of her and found her with the kids in the living room. Seeing Kelly at her usual spot at the bar, I went over and asked her to watch the kids for a few minutes while I talked to Stana. She said she would and that I don’t ever have to ask for anything like that since the kids were such angels.

“Stana! Can we talk outside, really quick?” She shot me a concerned look but nodded her agreement and we walked to the front door. She grabbed a coat and I held the door open for her. Taking a deep breath before I sat down on the patio chair, I looked at Stana and said, “I have something to tell you, but before I do, I want you to know that if you can’t accept it or me after I tell you, I understand. I will always love you and you will always be my sister, but I can’t hold this in any longer.” Shit, the tears were starting already.

“Whatever it is, Riley, I could never not accept it. You are my sister. There is nothing you could tell me that would make my love you any less.” So, I went on to explain Reese and how she came about. Everything I went through with my ex husband and how Reese protected me. Usually, she would be comforting me with these conversations, but she was quiet the whole time. I think she understood that I had to figure out how to fight these battles on my own. By the time I was done, Stana sat there stunned into silence. I couldn’t blame her, it was a lot to take in.

“Can I meet her?” That was not at all what I was expecting, but if I wanted to have my sister, I felt that this