Flint’s highly anticipated emotional
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**Each book in the
series can be read as a standalone**
I come from a family of fighters. I always thought I’d follow in
their shadows, becoming unstoppable in the ring. That changed the day I saved
the life of a woman I loved, but could never have.
My brother hailed me as a
hero, and my reward was a wheelchair.
Paralyzed, my life became
an inescapable nightmare.
Until I met her.
Ash Mabie had a
heart-stopping smile and a laugh that numbed the rage and resentment brewing
inside of me. She showed me that even the darkest night still had stars, and it
didn’t matter one bit that you had to lie in the weeds to see them.
I was a jaded asshole who
fell for a girl with a knack for running away. I couldn’t even walk but I would
have spent a lifetime chasing her.
Now, I’m on the ropes
during the toughest battles of my life.
Fighting the shadows of our past.
Fighting to reclaim my future.
Fighting for her.
I dropped to my hands
and knees, following the noise. “Got it!” I shouted, stretching my arm under
the bed and barely catching the alarm clock with the tips of my fingers.
I quickly turned it
off, and he had apparently found the second alarm, because the room fell
blessedly silent. Well, that was until I heard Flint breathe, “Fuck,” from
behind me.
It was then that I
remembered I was naked and kneeling with my chest to the carpeted floor and my
ass sticking straight up in the air. I glanced over my shoulder to find him
standing, staring down at me, his already large cock thickening between his
legs—a sight that had me returning his curse.
“Don’t move,” he
commanded when I started to sit up.
As Flint’s heated eyes
leveled me, there was a part of me that felt as though I should have covered
up. But I didn’t feel insecure at all. Under his gaze, I felt more secure and
wanted than I had in my entire life, and for that alone, I pressed my ass even
higher into the air.
“I lied. Get on the
bed, but right back in that position.”
First, I had other
plans. I sat up but didn’t push to my feet. Instead, I spun on my knees and
slowly crawled over to him.
“Don’t do that,” he
warned, but his eyes said otherwise.
“I have a few
apologies to make.” I licked my lips.
“On the bed, Ash.”
“No,” I responded.
He arched an
admonishing eyebrow, which I ignored.
“You did a lot of
things to me last night—things I loved. But there was something I wanted to
do.” I wrapped my hand around his hard-on, steadily gliding to the tip and back
again. “I’m going to suggest you sit down.”
And for once, Flint
didn’t have a retort. He backed up to the edge of the bed and dropped his
crutches to the floor. I smiled in victory as I followed him forward, running
my hands up his thighs until I reached the base of his cock. Then I lowered my
head to kiss the tip.
“Wait,” he urged.
But I was done taking
his orders. I slid his length as deep as possible into my mouth. “Fuck,” he
hissed.
“Wait,” he repeated as
I glided back up his shaft. He pulled me upright before bending forward to kiss
my shoulder. Using my chin to tip my head, he forced my eyes to his. “I said
wait.” He chastely kissed my mouth and teased his hands down my sides to rest
on my hips.
Then the ground below
my knees disappeared and the entire world turned upside down.
Literally.
A loud laugh escaped
my throat as Flint flipped me onto the bed to join him. He juggled me like a
rag doll until he until he found a position that suited him—kneeling over his
face.
I stopped laughing
immediately when his mouth sealed over my clit.
Then I cried out as
his long finger found my opening. His other hand darted between us and lifted
his cock toward my mouth.
With a swirl of his
tongue, he dropped his head to the bed long enough to say, “Now, apologize all
you like while I have breakfast.”
I gasped as his
fingers began a rhythm inside me that left me unable to focus on anything else.
“Are you sore?”
“A little.” I managed
to pull myself together long enough to find his cock again. But I instantly
regretted my answer when he removed his finger.
“Then you come on my
mouth, but you better get busy.” He swatted my ass deliciously hard before
using each cheek to pull me down to hover only a centimeter from his mouth.
“Because I’m coming in yours too.” He pulled me down until I completely covered
his face, licking and sucking in a deep and greedy way I should have been
embarrassed by.
But embarrassment
would have required thoughts, and right then, every single brain cell I
possessed had abandoned me in the hunt for climax.
I came on his mouth,
all right. Then, when I finally got my act together, he came in mine as well.
And Flint being Flint, well, he was such an overachiever that he insisted on
showing me exactly how much he accepted my sexual apologies. So, before I fell
asleep on his chest, I came one last time with his hand between my legs.
I decided I could live
with two alarm clocks if that was the wake-up call they provided.
About the Author:
Aly Martinez
Born and raised in Savannah, Georgia, Aly
Martinez is a stay-at-home mom to four crazy kids under the age of five,
including a set of twins. Currently living in South Carolina, she passes what
little free time she has reading anything and everything she can get her hands
on, preferably with a glass of wine at her side.
After some encouragement from her friends, Aly
decided to add “Author” to her ever-growing list of job titles. Five books
later, she shows no signs of slowing. So grab a glass of Chardonnay, or a
bottle if you’re hanging out with Aly, and join her aboard the crazy train she
calls life.
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