Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 70980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
“I missed you.”
And I believe him.
Two weeks go by fast, and there isn’t one night that Whiskey doesn’t stay over. He gives me space during the day, and even some nights I don’t even see him, but when I wake in the middle of the night to use the bathroom, he is asleep next to me. Crawling out of the bed I relieve myself in the bathroom before I go back to bed. Crawling in, I feel him move.
“When do you plan to come home?” he asks, pulling me into him. I go easily. “You snore less in my bed.”
“I don’t snore,” I remind him. I do, I totally do.
“It’s cute, but you snore a lot more here.” His hands wrap around me, pulling me in. “Move in with me, please,” he says into my hair. “I want my wife in my bed, at our house.” Just as he says those words, loud moaning starts. Then banging on the wall, from a bed.
“They are so noisy.”
“Well, you know what would fix that?” he asks, his hands roaming my body. I’m already naked so his fingers slide over my bare skin. “If you moved in with me.”
“I’ll think about it.” The banging gets louder, his hands roam lower and lower, I spread my legs as he slips a hand between them.
“Emma, bark.” We both freeze at those words that echo through the walls. Then start laughing. I turn around to face Whiskey, I can just make out his eyes. The way they have the perfect wrinkles around them as he stares at me.
“Does my age bother you?” I ask him, not that I think it ever has. But I want to know all the same. His last wife was closer in age to him, than me.
His hand lifts and brushes my hair from my face.
“No,” he says with no hesitation. “Does it bother you?”
“I thought it would, but then again, I never really thought much that night I saw you.” I smile at him.
“No, I guess neither of us did. It was just need.” He leans in and kisses my lips softly his hand staying on my face, when he pulls back, I do to.
“It was….” Before I can even finish my words, I feel my stomach turn, getting up and running to the bathroom the soup I had earlier comes up fast. A hand comes on my back and starts to rub, someone barks. I look up to him, and we both laugh, despite the fact that I am on my hands and knees on the bathroom floor.
“Ok, that was it, the barking, the spew. I’ll move in.” I tell him. He smiles, stands, and reaches for a wash cloth, I take the opportunity to admire his ass. Because now he sleeps naked too, right next to me.
“I can feel you staring at my ass,” he says, and I can’t help but smile at his ass, he wets the cloth and looks over his shoulder at me and winks before he turns and bends down to wipe my mouth. He kisses me on my cheek and then helps me up.
After walking back into the room, he immediately goes to my closet grabs a suitcase and starts packing.
“What are you doing, it’s late.”
“Fuck that, my wife just said she will come back home. Home is where we are going. The car will be here soon. Get dressed.” He looks over his shoulder at me still naked. “I can still feel you staring at my ass.”
“You are naked,” I say with a wave of the hand towards his very naked body.
“If you don’t want to get dressed, put a robe on and you can go straight back to sleep tomorrow. I’ll take the day off and we can sleep in.”
“Do you do that, take days off?” I ask him reaching for the robe.
“No, but for my wife. I will.” He slides on some pants, followed by a shirt, and picks up two suitcases full of my clothes. “We will get the rest tomorrow. Come on wife, let’s go.”
I didn’t think I would give in so early, and I tried to resist. I tried to resist him.
But he is like a magnet, I can’t seem to stay away and I only really want to stick to him.
Even though he was an asshole.
Even though he tricked me, manipulated me.
I still want him.
And the best part? He wants me more.
CHAPTER 38
LOTTIE
We’re inseparable, and I’m extremely needy. Of him and his time. I want him near me every second of every day. I love him with my whole heart. This man has stolen it and proved himself to me over and over again by constantly showing up, and being there for me better than anyone else has ever been.
I had to stop working. My feet swelled up, and Whiskey wants me to rest, but in doing that I need him more. His company seems to be the only thing that soothes me. Makes me calm when I’m hectic. Because thinking about the impending birth gives me anxiety.