"Fuck yourself, Lily," he growls, and I reach between my legs, pressing the vibrator deep inside my * as he spreads my ass cheeks and touches the head of his cock to my tight asshole. I tense at the intrusion at first, but relax as he murmurs into my ear how much he can't wait to be inside me, how much he can't get enough of me.
As he eases into me, the initial shock of pain goes away. Then it's all pleasure washing over me, overwhelming me, as one hand caresses my breast, my nipple pinched between his fingers while he rocks inside me, finding a sweet rhythm.
"I love being in you, Lily," he whispers. "I love your warm wet * and I love your ass and I love that you let me have everything, all of you."
I moan, the sound more like a long whine as he fucks me, his strokes longer now. The sensation of being filled up by the vibrator and by his cock is almost unbearable, and I find myself letting go to the overwhelming fullness, crying out when my orgasm takes me by surprise, ripping through me and triggering his. He clings to me, moaning my name as he comes.
Afterwards, in the shower, Killian pulls me against him, the warm water pounding on us, little rivers running down our skin. "Woman, I couldn't love you any more."
My chin pokes against the middle of his chest as I look up at him. "You're saying that because of the anal, right?"
Killian laughs and slaps me on the rear. "Always a smartass."
Later, we lie in bed, my head on his chest, his hand on my back, and I breathe him in.
"It's been over nine years since you ran into me at Connie's store," I murmur.
"You mean, since you ran into me."
"Stop revising history."
"I can't help it. Your version of history is incredibly inaccurate."
"You're just senile, old man."
He chuckles, and then a few minutes later, his breathing slows, and I know he's fallen asleep. I lie awake, smiling as I think about the last nine years. Nine years and three kids and I still love this man with every bit of me. This life with him and the kids is more of everything – more laughter, more joy, and more love - than I ever thought I'd know.
Don’t forget to check out the bonus epilogues in the other books as well, if you haven’t already! All of the epilogues are marked in the table of contents.
Elias (West Bend Saints, Book #1)
Synopsis
River
Call me Cinderella.
I’m a rags to riches story - girl from trailer park becomes Hollywood starlet. And I’m about to get my happy ever after.
That is, until I walk in to my house, three hours before my wedding, to find my rock star fiance sticking his c**k down my sister's throat.
With cameras behind me, filming.
I’m running from the whole humiliating thing. I’m not prepared to run straight into him-Elias Saint.
He’s completely wrong for me-damaged, dirty, and demanding.
But once he touches me, I can’t walk away.
Elias
Some people carry their wounds on the inside. Every step I take, I’m reminded of mine.
I lost my leg in Afghanistan. Since then, I’ve just been lost.
Now I’m going back to West Bend, Colorado, the place my brothers and I ran like hell to get away from.
And she’s hitched a ride-River Andrews. A movie star.
This isn’t a fairytale. Happy endings don’t exist. And I’m no fucking Prince Charming.
But, for her, there’s a chance I might be.
Copyright
Copyright ? 2014 by Sabrina Paige
This book is a work of fiction. Any similarity to real events, people, or places is entirely coincidental. All rights reserved. This book may not be reproduced or distributed in any format without the permission of the author, except in the case of brief quotations used for review.
All quotations used in this book are part of public domain works and/or translated copies existing in public domain. The author acknowledges the trademarked status of products referred to in this book. Trademarks have been used without permission.
This book contains mature content, including graphic sex, language, and violence. Please do not continue reading if you are under the age of 18 or if this type of content is disturbing to you.
Trigger Warning: This book contains discussion of self-mutilation by cutting, and this subject matter may be triggering for readers sensitive to the topic.
The characters' hometowns, West Bend and Golden Willow, don't really exist. They're fictional locations inspired by places that are meaningful to me.
For my darling Emma, always. You are the light of my life. I love you bigger than the whole giant world.
And for my husband, who sacrifices his Saturday nights to plot with me, and has taken the toddler on too many Sunday afternoon adventures so that mommy can write.
1
River
“Are you kidding me?” My voice sounded shrill to my ears, this weird high-pitched sound that was nothing like me. I wanted to strangle the girl whose voice it was. She sounded bitchy, desperate. This was not me. This was not the person I had become.
“River,” he said. He didn’t even try to take his dick out of the girl’s mouth.
Shit, she didn’t even stop blowing him.