Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 88225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
I give a sheepish smile. “I wanted to feel close to you.”
He buries his face in my stomach. I wrap my arms around his head as he embraces me. It feels like we’ve been a part for years, not days.
“My parents want to meet you,” he says. “My mom is pissed she didn’t get to help plan a wedding, but they’re happy for us.”
“Of course, I’m the one who makes this more complicated,” I huff.
“Your dad isn’t wrong. I should have done so much differently,” he says, reaching into his pocket. “Like giving you this.”
He opens a ring box and reveals the gorgeous ring inside. It’s huge. I cover my mouth with my hands and drop to my knees on the bed.
“It’s so beautiful,” I gasp.
“Not as beautiful as you,” he says, pulling the ring out of the box and placing it on my finger.
“Thank you,” I say, leaning in to kiss his lips.
What starts as a soft kiss turns hot and heavy real fast. I tug the hem of my T-shirt up to pull it over my head, but he stills my action. I look at him in confusion.
“I came straight here from the last show. I need a shower and something in my stomach,” he says with a smile.
“Oh.”
“Don’t worry. We’re going to fuck. I’ve missed you and that sweet pussy. Shower, food, and you for dessert. Let’s go,” he says before tossing me over his shoulder and heading for the bathroom.
Bishop
Saga’s sitting perched on the kitchen island in front of me while I sit between her legs on a stool. She has on another one of my T-shirts. It’s hanging off her shoulder, revealing that gorgeous smooth skin.
She looks at her rings and beams as she chews on her pizza. I love that smile on her face. There’s still a little sadness in her eyes, but the smile on her lips is undeniable. I think I love seeing that smile in my home more than anything.
“So your mom is throwing you a birthday party?” she says around a bite of pizza.
“Yeah, she invited your family, but I think we need to sit down before that to sort this mess out.”
“You want to have everyone here? At your house,” she says cautiously.
“Here, at our house,” I say, running a hand up her thigh.
“My stomach hurts just thinking about it. My dad has said some harsh things. Maybe we should let things cool down a little longer,” she says, chewing on her lip.
I shake my head. “No. I have to fix this. If your father comes here, he’ll see my life up close. You said his biggest concern is me being able to provide for you. He also feels like he doesn’t know me. This is a way for him to get to know me.”
“Yeah, but I don’t know,” she says.
“Leave this to me. I think I can handle your dad.”
She side-glances me and twists her lips up. I give her my best charming smile. She rolls her eyes at me.
“That’s not going to work with my dad. He’ll eat you alive,” she chuckles.
“Maybe… I have an idea. We’ll take a little time. Long enough for me to pull everything together. This will work,” I say.
“I know that look,” she says.
“Then you know I’ve got this. Trust me.”
She eyes me warily for a beat before placing her pizza crust down and leaning in to wrap her arms around my neck. She places a soft kiss on my lips, then my cheek. Grasping her thighs, I tug her closer.
“I trust you. More than you know,” she says.
“All we have to do is show them this,” I say, brushing her hair out of her face. “How can anyone see us together and not get that we belong together?”
“Good question,” she says against my lips.
“I think I’m ready for my dessert. How about you?” I croon.
“I’ve been ready.”
I crush our lips together and kiss her deeply. I don’t know how to just take a sip of her. I need her in gulps. It’s as if I’m trying to get to that spark that ignites between us.
I drag my lips from hers to nip and lick her chin, moving to her neck. I lift to my feet and tug her closer still as her fingers thread in my still-damp hair. I reach for the hem of the T-shirt she has on and she lifts her hips so I can get it up and over her head.
“We’re going to fuck on every surface in this house. I’ve been waiting to find you to make this house a home,” I say while looking at her naked body perched on the kitchen island.
“Come here,” she says, tugging my head to her breast.
I wrap my lips around her waiting peak, sucking hard. She lifts her hips, but I place my hands on them to pin them to the cool marble. Sliding one hand to her inner thigh, I slip two fingers into her heat.