Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27627 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27627 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
“Not a damn thing could ever change the way I feel about you. Not your age. Not my sister. Not the way you’re hyper-focused, lost in your own world for hours on end. Not the way you’re uncomfortable around large crowds or your caution when there’s someone new in the fold.” I open my mouth before closing it, repeating the process. He forgot to mention a few things, especially my clumsiness and penchant to disappear when I’m feeling overwhelmed. Two of the qualities about this whole neurodivergent diagnosis I hate. There’s also the factor it could be hereditary, and I need to tell him that before this goes any farther. The doctor did say it could also be a combination of factors, but if there are potentially any children in our future, he deserves to know.
“Amos.” Tears caused by his sweet words obscure my view. Try as I might to blink them away, they keep coming. Amos being Amos cups my cheeks, and his calloused thumbs slide delicately along my skin to wipe them away. He’s always so careful with me when I’m in a vulnerable state. There’ve only been a few times, yet he takes care, whether that’s his natural inclination or from his time raising Sienna at such a young age.
“Fallin’ for you, Genevieve. I’m seeing you need those words as much as you need to be shown them, too. I like you for you, your strengths, your weaknesses, everything in between.” No longer am I lightly crying; I’m full-on ugly crying, but in the best way possible. I mean, my face and chest are red and blotchy, my breathing is choppy, I’m talking almost heaving, and all I can do is cover my face while I have the biggest meltdown of the century. Way to make a great moment into something ridiculous. A different kind of sensory overload is what I’m currently going through.
“Amos.” I suck back the emotion as he pulls my hands away from my face, trying to cover up the emotion with my current spiraling moment.
“Shh, sweetheart. I’ve got you.” He drops down, giving me more of his weight, his arms wrapping beneath my body. Amos is hugging me, full body, and it’s exactly what I need as he continues whispering into my ear. “This what we’ve got going on. There’s love built in already, in it for long haul. I see it all, and I’ll tell you every day for the rest of my life until you’re sick of hearing me say it.” He slides us until we’re both on our sides, and through it all, he holds me.
He holds me.
It’s worth repeating: Amos is everything I ever dreamed about.
“Then I guess it’s a good thing I’ve already fallen for you.” I finally get myself together enough to respond to the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me.
“Fuck me, sweetheart. Gonna make you love me exactly like I love you.” I’m speechless, and when Amos swoops in, taking my mouth with his, my hands find their place on his chest, holding on as he kisses me with a searing passion. We’re a tangle of limbs as his tongue slides inside of my mouth. This is Amos. The true man who is lost in passion. I’m along for the ride. All I can do is hold on. I more than enjoy his male dominance, loving everything he does to my body and soul. When I think he’s going to end our kiss, he doesn’t. He goes back for more. I hitch my thigh over his hip, opening myself up for him. We’re both naked from the night before, and one dip of his body would make him slide inside of me.
“Amos,” I moan, arching into him, unable to contain my desire for him. The lips of my pussy slide along his cock, wetness coating him in my path.
“Genevieve.” He pulls away from my mouth and looks deep into my eyes. “You sure? Been taking you a lot. The last thing I want is you too sore to take me again.” A nod is all it takes. He’s inside me with one powerful thrust of his hips. My body locks up, and while I’m a tiny bit tender, I still want and need him.
“You good?” Amos asks, holding still.
“More than good. I’ve always dreamed I’d have a cowboy of my own one day. I never thought it would actually happen.” I’m moved once again. This time, Amos is flat on his back and I’m straddling his waist. He somehow manages to hit deeper and fuller.
“You’ve got one, forever.” His hands lock on my waist, guiding me as I move up and down, backwards and forward, a roll of my hips, my hands going behind me to use the tops of his thighs for leverage as I ride his cock. And this is how we spend our morning, locked together in the bedroom.