Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 55550 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 278(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55550 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 278(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
“Want something to drink?” I ask, standing behind her.
“Sure.”
I head into the kitchen and open the refrigerator. She follows once the light tells her where to go. I twist the top off one and hand it to her, and then finish mine and grab another one. I’m going to need to be drunk when she tells me we’re on a break again. “I’ll turn some lights on.”
“No need.”
“Yeah, it’ll be easier to just end things with the lights off. This way we can’t see each other’s faces.”
“Wade . . .”
“No, I get it, Lemon. Honestly, I’d be the same way. I’m not sure I could stomach knowing you had a child with someone else. I’m sorry I fucked up. I’m sorry I didn’t fucking wait before sleeping with someone else. I should’ve known.”
“How would you know?”
I scoff. “You’re right. How would I know because we were perfect. Everything we had was perfect and we had these plans, and then you want this break . . .” I turn away and cover my eyes as best I can while holding the bottle of beer.
“Wade,” she says my name softly while tugging at my hands. “I’m not here to end things.”
“What? But earlier—”
“Earlier, I was at work, and despite living here, I like to keep my personal life personal. No one needs to know we’re trying to work through things. What they need to see is we’re cordial. That Ana and I are friendly. Appearances matter.”
“What are you saying?”
Lemon takes the bottle from my hand and sets it on the nearest shelf. She takes my hand in hers and walks toward my stairs. “I’m going to climb these stairs and I’m hoping by the time I get to the top you’re going to tell me which way to go.”
“Go left,” I tell her. “Down the hall.”
She does, pulling me behind her. As fuzzy as my mind is, this is crystal clear. Lemon gets to the door and pauses. I reach around and twist the knob.
“Do you want me to turn the light on?” I press my chest to her back and feel her shake her head.
“No, I don’t think they’re necessary. But do you have a shirt I can wear?”
“Of course.” I sidestep and head to my dresser and pull out one of my white T-shirts. I turn and find Lemon standing in the center of my room, with the moonlight shining on her. She’s naked and waiting for me.
I drop the shirt and strip out of my clothes, faster than a horny teenager, and go to her. Lemon steps forward, meeting me in stride. Our bodies collide. Mouths and hands, fighting for control. I pick her up and carry her to my bed, and then leave her so I can close the blinds. None of my neighbors need to see what’s about to happen in my room.
“Lemon, do you want this life with me?”
She cups my face, her thumb rubbing under my eye. “I’m right where I want to be, Wade. I know it’s taken us years to get here, but there isn’t a question in my mind or heart as to where I belong. And I know you belong to me.”
“I do. Only you.”
“That’s good to hear,” she says, leaning up to kiss me. The kiss is simple, soft, until her tongue enters my mouth. We both moan in pleasure. Lemon moves closer, her leg slides up mine, and I go hard. How can a kiss be such a turn on?
My hand glides into her hair, allowing me to angle her mouth perfectly against mine. Softly, my hand trails down her bare back and then my fingers trail up her side, causing her to shiver. She smiles against my mouth and moves her hand down my torso, painstakingly slow until she reaches my hardon. Her fingers trace the fine lines of my shaft. I twitch, which makes her laugh.
“Happy I’m entertaining you.”
“I could stop.”
“The only way I want you to stop is if I’m inside of you.”
“Don’t tease me, Wade.”
“I never tease.”
As much as I don’t want her to let go of my dick, I roll her over. I trail kisses down her neck until I’m at her breast. I cup her breasts, my thumbing rubbing over her sensitive nipples. Lemon arches, pushing them into my hands. Leaning down, I take one in my mouth, never taking my eyes off her. She watches, her mouth dropping open as I suck her nipple into my mouth as my finger slips into her.
Lemon hums in pleasure and her hips rock slightly when I add another finger. My attention goes to her other breast, making sure to give it the same amount of attention while my fingers continue to fuck her.
“Wade . . .”
“Yeah?”
“I think . . . maybe . . . fuck,” she says when my thumb rubs her button. “Fuucck,” she drags out the word as she continues to ride my fingers.