Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 95273 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95273 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
He rolls us so I’m tucked under him, and then he kisses his way down to my breasts.
If I’ve learned anything about this cowboy, it’s that he’s a breast man, without a doubt. And I love the way he molds them with his hands, nipping and kissing at the already pebbled nubs until my legs scissor, and I want him inside of me now.
“Brady.” My hands are in his hair, holding on as his hand finds my center, and he groans.
“Jesus, you’re so wet for me, baby.”
“Always.” I have to swallow hard. “God, I’m always ready for you. Brady, I need you. Right now.”
But he shakes his head and journeys farther south. I don’t want him to kiss me there now. I want his gorgeous, big cock filling me up, reminding me how completely we fit together and how amazing it feels when we’re together.
As soon as his lips fasten on me, and he hollows out his cheeks, sucking the tenderest of flesh inside of his mouth and using that magical tongue, all thought flies right out the window.
“Ah, goddamnit.” My words run together, and I have to hold on to the pillow on either side of my head, gripping until my knuckles feel like they might break. “Holy fuck, Cowboy.”
He moans and then pushes two fingers inside of me, making that come here motion that hits that perfect spot, and he’s right, my legs shake, and I see stars, and I have to turn my head into the pillow to swallow my screams.
Someone’s kissing up my body—I hope it’s Brady—and then he’s cradled between my thighs, the length of his heavy cock resting along my center, and he kisses me, brushing my hair off my cheeks.
I can taste myself mixed in with his desire, and it’s enough to fuel my hunger for him again.
“Brady,” I whisper against his lips.
“Yes, my love?”
“I. Need. You inside. Of me.” I cup his face and nibble on his bottom lip. “Right now. Okay?”
That slow, devastating smile spreads over his lips as his hips rear back, and then he slides inside of me quickly, stretching me and burying himself to the hilt.
“Goddamn,” he mutters, bracing his forehead against my own. “So fucking tight.”
His fingers find my clit, and as he begins to move, he circles that bundle of nerves until I’m right at the precipice of falling off the edge again.
“Now,” he growls. “Fucking come. Open your pretty eyes and come for me, Abs.”
I couldn’t defy him if I wanted to, but I absolutely don’t want to. My gaze clings to his as he hurls me right off of that cliff and into oblivion, falling with me. I want to scream his name, but he covers my mouth with his and kisses me until the climax has wrung us both out.
And later, after we’ve cleaned up and tidied up downstairs before climbing back into bed, Brady pulls me against him and brushes his mouth back and forth on the crown of my head.
“I love you.” I sigh with it, so relieved that I can say those words whenever I want to. “So much that sometimes it scares me.”
“I’ve got you.” His voice is heavy with sleep, and his arms tighten around me. “And I love you, too, baby.”
“We’re here,” Erin announces as she and I walk into Polly’s house on Friday night. Our kids are with Joy and John for a sleepover, and we’ve decided that we all need a girls’ night out.
But Polly is very pregnant and much more comfortable at home, so we brought all the fun to her.
“We’re having virgin huckleberry margaritas,” Summer informs Polly. “And those three can get hammered if they want to.”
“And you can all stay out here so that no one is driving,” Polly adds, clapping her hands. “This is fun. And probably a good distraction for you, Abbi.”
I nod and pour the bag of corn chips into a big bowl. “Yeah, I could use a distraction while Brady’s out of town.”
“Ryan’s gone, too,” Polly says with a sigh. “It’s his last big trip out of the country before the little one arrives. He’ll be spending the next few months at home with us, so he has to wrap up some business first. He had to go all the way to Amsterdam.”
“That’s a long way,” Millie says.
“Way farther than Wyoming,” I agree and lean over to pat Polly’s shoulder. “I’m sorry, friend.”
“Me, too,” she says. “Because it means that Brady has to fly commercial on his way home, and that delays things for you.”
I hadn’t thought of that. My stomach sinks, knowing that Brady will now be gone for another day, but there’s nothing I can do about it.
He’ll be home again before I know it.
“Okay, no being sad,” Millie decides. “We have each other, and we’re going to have a good night. We can play pool and listen to music and gossip about all the tea happening in Bitterroot Valley.”