Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 82112 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82112 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
“Do you like everything? I had the saleslady pick the shoes and accessories. If you want to exchange any of it, I can take you there before we go ice skating,” Saxon said behind me.
I spun around to see him watching me as he leaned against the doorframe.
Was he serious? What would I not like?
“They’re gorgeous. All of it. Is it for the party tonight and the wedding tomorrow?”
He nodded.
“I thought I would just be wearing the silver dress again tomorrow. I wasn’t sure about tonight’s dress code,” I said, looking back at the stuff he’d bought me. “But this is too much. I know how much those dresses cost and—”
Saxon’s hands touched my hips as his chest brushed against my back. “The fact that you planned on wearing the same dress again makes me want to lock you in this house and keep you away from this world.”
My stomach knotted up. Did he mean I was going to embarrass him?
He brushed my hair back off my shoulder. “You’re not vain and worried about appearance. You don’t demand expensive things. The things I have to attend are full of females who are spoiled. I don’t want that to touch you, but I also don’t want to be there without you.”
I turned to face him. “I can promise you that I won’t ever act spoiled, although if I end up spoiled, it’ll be your fault.”
He smirked. “Is that so?”
I poked a finger in his chest. “You keep buying me things, buying my family things, watching movies with me, planning things, like holiday baking and ice skating.”
Saxon took my finger and kissed it. “I’m a little offended you left out the orgasms. I did give you four of those just today.”
I leaned closer to him. “Five actually.”
“How did I miss one?”
“I didn’t know you were counting.”
He opened my hand and pressed a kiss to my palm. “Watching you come is one of my favorite things.”
“Hmm … that’s funny. I was thinking the same thing about you earlier.”
Saxon’s eyes flared, and I shivered.
“Baby, if we don’t leave this house, I’m going to strip this towel off you, bend you over the bed, and fuck you again. You need to put on some clothes.”
I bit my lip and let the towel fall to the floor.
Saxon’s eyes slowly raked down my body. “Jesus Christ,” he whispered. He reached up and cupped one of my breasts, then squeezed. “They keep getting bigger.”
I watched him as he stood there, taking me in.
Finally, he nodded his head toward the bed. “Bend over and stick that ass out.”
I was already wet again. Hurrying, I went over to the bed, away from the dresses, and leaned over it, pressing my elbows into the mattress. Saxon’s hand slid between my open legs, and he made a deep, pleased sound in his throat.
“You’re always so fucking wet for me.” He ran his fingers over my entrance, teasing me. “Tell me what you want.”
I gasped as he pinched my clit.
“I want you to fuck me.”
Saxon slapped the sensitive folds, causing me to jerk and cry out. I heard his zipper come down, and I squirmed, anxious for the full, stretched feeling he gave me.
“I can’t seem to get you sated. The more I fuck this cunt, the more it wants. My cum is going to be leaking out of you all day—I’ve shot so much into you.”
I moaned.
“You like the thought of this pussy staying coated with my cum? Fuck, you’re naughty,” he said in a husky whisper.
“Please,” I begged him, looking back to see him stroking himself as he looked between my legs.
His eyes lifted to meet mine before he stepped forward, grabbed my hips, and sank inside of me.
Twenty-Six
Haisley
Walking into the Hugheses’ mansion with Saxon’s arm around my back, I was struck speechless. I had thought they had already decorated when we came to Gypsi and Trev’s party. Boy, had I been mistaken. There wasn’t a space that wasn’t touched with holiday adornment.
A gorgeous blonde woman, dressed in a glittery white dress that clung to curves that made me envious, stepped forward, smiling brightly. The massive rock on her left hand caused my mouth to fall open, and I had to quickly close it. There was no way that was a real diamond.
“I’ve heard so much about you,” she told me. “I’m so glad to finally meet you.”
“Haisley, this is Fawn, Gypsi’s mother and Garrett’s fiancée,” Saxon told me.
I could see the resemblance. It was like looking at Gypsi in the future, although the woman looked maybe ten years older than Gypsi, not old enough to be her mother.
“Thank you for having me,” I told her.
An attractive older man with silver at his temples stepped up behind Fawn. His eyes reminded me of Trev’s. I knew this must be Garrett Hughes.
“Saxon,” he said in greeting, then turned to me. “Nice to finally meet you, Haisley.”