Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 88248 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88248 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
“I was thinking about how beautiful you are. Even more beautiful than you were four years ago.” I kiss her plump lips then suck on her bottom lip. Fuck, I love her mouth. “And how much I hate that you didn’t get to go to South Carolina for school.”
Blakely frowns. “I’m okay with where I ended up. It meant keeping Zane and eventually finding you.”
“What if you apply to colleges in South Carolina for your master’s degree?” I blurt out without even thinking about what it would mean for me to move. My dad would be pissed. I would have to find a new job. My mom would hate the idea of her son and grandson living hundreds of miles away. Plus, she can’t stop gushing about Blakely and Sierra, asking when she can have them over again for dinner.
“What?” Her brows furrow in confusion.
“You could apply to colleges in South Carolina like you originally wanted. We could move there.” I don’t care what it will mean for me or my family. Blakely’s entire life and future had to change so she could care for our son. I’ll follow her anywhere she wants to go if it will make her happy. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to make up for the years she’s been doing it all without me, but I’ll damn well spend my life trying.
“You would do that? Move away from your family, where you go to school?”
“Yes,” I tell her honestly. “I know I’m several years too late, but you could still go there.”
“You have no idea how much that means to me.” She kisses my cheek then trails her lips down my scruffy jawline. She told me once that she loves the feel of my hair against her skin. “But I would never ask you to do that. We have a life here, and I’m happy.”
“If you ever change your mind, all you have to do is say the word.”
Blakely’s legs tighten around me and she crashes her mouth against mine. We kiss for several minutes before she pulls back. “You know,” she says, placing soft kisses along my neck, then taking a moment to suck on my skin, “we have an entire hotel room with a king-sized bed all to ourselves.” She glides her body down, so her ass purposely hits my hard dick. I grab her ass cheeks to stop her. If she keeps doing that, I’ll blow right here in the pool.
“That’s not why I brought you here. We don’t have to do anything like that. I just wanted some alone time with you.”
Blakely sucks and licks across my collarbone before lifting her head to look at me once again. “Your dick is in complete disagreement.” She giggles, and my dick swells at the sweet sound. Blakely is always gorgeous, but when she laughs or smiles, she’s fucking magnificent.
Reaching into the water, she grabs my shaft through my board shorts and gives it a light squeeze. “I think we need to go back to our room,” she whispers into my ear. She licks the bottom of my earlobe then bites down on it softly. “I need you, Keegan.”
I let out a low rumble at her words, but quickly compose myself. “We have our massages soon.”
“How about we just give each other massages?” Her hands roam down my chest, while her lips roam all over.
“Jailbird.” I groan. “Massages, dinner, movie.”
“Sex, room service, Netflix,” she counters. Her hand dips into the waistband of my shorts and she strokes my shaft. Her eyes meet mine, and she shoots me the sexiest pout. “Please.”
Holy shit, I’m pretty sure my woman could cure all world conflict by simply giving them that look and saying please in that voice. There’s no way anybody could resist her. I know I sure as hell can’t.
“Your wish is my command.”
Tightening my grip on her ass, I walk us out of the pool, forgetting the towels, and carry her straight to our room. She holds on to me the entire way, kissing me and giggling when I kiss her back—both of us using each other’s bodies to counteract the slight chill in the air.
“Grab my key,” I tell her when we get to the door. She reaches in and grabs the card, but not before getting a squeeze in.
“Woman, we’re not going to make it inside,” I growl, and she giggles some more.
After inserting the card and opening the door, I head straight for the bed, not giving a shit that we’re both still dripping wet.
When I drop her onto the center of the bed, her long, wet tresses of dark hair fan out against the white pillow. She’s breathing heavily. Her nipples are hard through her thin bikini top, and her legs are bent at her knees. She attempts to squeeze them together to dull the ache between her legs because she’s turned on. I could watch this woman forever. I expect her to get shy or nervous at my staring, but she shocks the shit out of me when she smirks and her hands come up to her perfect tits, which are spilling out of her top, and tweaks her nipples. Her back arches slightly, and her lips part in pleasure.