Total pages in book: 20
Estimated words: 17637 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 88(@200wpm)___ 71(@250wpm)___ 59(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17637 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 88(@200wpm)___ 71(@250wpm)___ 59(@300wpm)
Sawyer takes this in stride, letting the water rinse away the suds. His demeanor is relaxed, almost too relaxed for someone about to face a firing squad. “When?”
“Uh…” I bite my bottom lip, peeking at him cheekily, “tonight.”
“Don’t worry, hot stuff,” he muses, leaning back against the tile wall, his warm eyes dancing with amusement. “I can handle whatever they have planned.”
“You say that now,” I reply, sliding my hands down to his muscular ass and giving it a little squeeze as the hot water pounds down around us. “But wait until the Spanish Inquisition starts.”
He laughs again, low and rumbling, his good-natured acceptance of the challenge making me love him more. “I’m not at all worried. I’m going to kick ass at getting your parents to love me, and if all else fails, I’ll buy them treats. It worked great with Minnie.”
I laugh and throw my bright pink shower puff at him. “What am I doing to do with you?”
“Hopefully, something naughty with your gorgeous mouth.” He wiggles his eyebrows playfully, giving me an idea. I can’t resist the urge to drop to my knees. His eyes widen as he watches me wrap my hand around his hard cock.
“Is this naughty enough?” I ask, leaning forward to wrap my lips around the tip. Closing my eyes, I suck his hard cock deep into my mouth and throw myself into blowing his mind. I wrap my hand around the part of his cock I can’t fit into my mouth and give it a little squeeze.
His fingers clenched tightly in my wet hair, and the dirty words falling from his lips tell me he’s enjoying my efforts. My inner bear hussy urges me to hurry up and climb him like a tree, but I ignore her.
I dig my nails into his tree trunk thighs and hold on while letting my tongue and lips do all the work. It doesn’t take long before a tremor runs through his muscular legs, and he warns me, “I’m about to come.” Since there’s no way I’m stopping before I finish this, I suck harder and stroke him faster.
He throws his head back against the marble wall and shouts my name while his cock erupts in my mouth.
Chapter 10
Sawyer
Driving up the winding roads toward the Bearly home, I find myself surprisingly at ease for a guy about to walk into the middle of what promises to be a family circus. The late afternoon light filters through the trees, dappling the road in hues of gold and green. I take Gianna’s warm hand in mine and bring it to my lips for a kiss.
I lay our joined hands on my thigh while her hand alternately squeezes and releases mine, a sure sign that she’s wound up tighter than a guitar string.
“Hey, everything’s going to be great,” I tell her, giving her hand a gentle squeeze and hoping to ease her nerves while maintaining my own veneer of confidence.
She shoots me a tight smile, clearly not entirely convinced. “You’ve said that three times now, just so you know,” she replies, her voice light but edged with the slightest quiver of laughter.
“That’s because I mean it,” I insist, flashing her what I hope is a reassuring grin. “Besides, I’ve always dreamed of having a big, boisterous family ever since growing up in foster care.”
Her expression softens, and she tilts her head, giving me a look that melts away the edges of my own unease. “Just remember you asked for it,” she warns, a playful lilt returning to her voice. “You might not think that once my family’s done interrogating you.”
I chuckle, though inside, a flicker of anticipation stirs. There’s something about meeting Gianna’s family that fills a void I hadn’t realized was there. Until now.
The trees eventually give way to the long drive leading up to the Bearlys’ place. We pull up in front of the large house, and I park the car on the side of a massive black SUV. We both sit silently for a moment before I take a breath and say, “Ready?”
“As I’ll ever be,” she replies, inhaling sharply before matching my smile with one of her own.
When she reaches for the door handle, I tell her, “I’ll come around for you.”
“Thank you.” She smiles as I pull the door open. I lean over and kiss her soft lips before taking her hand in mine again.
As we approach, the clatter and clamor of dinner preparations drift through the windows, a symphony of noise accented with the savory scent of something delicious wafting through the air.
Just as we reach the porch, the door swings open, and we’re met with the sight of Gabe, arms crossed, sporting an exaggerated expression of disapproval. “Well, well, if it isn’t tonight’s sacrifice,” he teases, grinning widely despite himself.
“Nice to see you too, Gabe,” I reply, chuckling as we walk past him and into the chaos beyond.