Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 88143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
“I love you,” he tells me.
“I know,” I answer him. “Everyone is coming over tomorrow, and your mother is going to teach me how to make beef stroganoff.” His smiles now, and I wrap my hands around his neck. “I’m going to try to learn.”
His arms go around me, and he brings me in close, his forehead resting on mine. “I’m sorry that she did that.”
“Do you love me?” I ask him.
“With everything,” he answers.
“Then in the end, I win,” I tell him, going to get my coat. “Now can we go eat please? I was so nervous I didn’t eat anything, and I had a shot of tequila.” He takes my hands in his, and we walk out of the lodge and toward our waiting family.
* * *
“Shh,” he whispers when he slides into me from behind. His hands grip my hips, pulling them up. “It’s almost seven,” he says, and my eyes stay closed.
“One more time,” he says, and I bury my face into the pillow while he fucks me. So fucking slow, I try to meet his thrusts, but he stops me. “Not yet, beautiful,” he says to me, and I slip a hand under me. My chest still lying on the bed, the only thing up are my hips, my finger finds my clit that is already wet. I know he played with me before sliding in, I felt it softly. “Are you playing with your clit, beautiful?” he asks me, whispering still.
“Hmm,” I mumble as my finger goes slowly in a circle. We’ve already done this three times since we got home. The both of us always needing the other one.
“Fuck,” he hisses. “Get there, beautiful.” I know that tone—he’s waiting for me to go before he does—so I work myself faster.
“You’re right there,” he says. “I feel your pussy getting tighter.” He isn’t wrong; I close my eyes, and I’m right there. I finally let go and so does he. He collapses beside me.
“I didn’t want to wake you,” he says, “but you did a sound.”
I laugh, asking him, “What sound?”
“That little sigh,” he tells me, and I watch him get up and walk to the bathroom.
“You mean breathing?” I say, laughing, and he comes back out. “You know I’m on the pill, right?” He grabs me, pulling me toward him. “We don’t really have to use condoms.”
“Beautiful,” he says, and we hear the dogs bark and then the back door open.
“I guess my mother is up,” he tells me. I think back to the dinner we had. No one touched the topic of Candace. But having a meal with everyone as we chatted and laughed, and Jackie told us that Evan actually had a trading card of my father was funny. He actually blushed.
I throw the covers off me and try to get up, but he pulls me back to him. “Where are you going?”
“Your mother is up,” I hiss at him while he kisses my neck. “I’m going to get up and see if she needs anything.”
“She doesn’t need anything,” he says into my neck. “I need something.” He pushes his cock into my backside.
“You got what you needed, and now your mother is up, so the chances of you actually getting that thing in me are slim to none.” I push him away and go into the closet to dress in yoga pants and a top. “Why don’t you rest, and I’ll come wake you in a bit?”
“I don’t like sleeping without you,” he huffs, but I bend and kiss his lips. “Don’t be a child.”
I walk out of the room, leaving him in the bed with his eyes shutting. “Good morning,” I whisper, looking in the kitchen at Jackie who stands there basically wearing the same thing I am.
“Oh, I’m so sorry. Did I wake you?” she says, smiling at me, and I shake my head and go to the door, opening it for the dogs.
“Hello, my girl.” I pet Lilo. “Did you eat?”
“I was just going to do that,” Jackie says.
“I’ll do it,” I tell her. “Come on, you two, let’s go get you something to eat.” I walk to the garage and put some food in their bowls and then walk back into the kitchen.
“I don’t know how you take your coffee,” Jackie says, handing me a cup of black coffee.
“Thank you,” I tell her and go to the fridge, grabbing the milk.
“Why are you up so early?” I ask her.
“I was going to run to the grocery store before everyone got up,” she tells me. “Grab the stuff we need for today.”
“I’ll come with you,” I tell her, and she smiles while we write a grocery list. We walk out of the house and make it back just as Zoe is coming down the stairs.
“How are you up already?” she says, rubbing her eyes. “It’s just after ten.”