Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 85322 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 427(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85322 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 427(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
He hummed and slipped a hand down to my ass. “I love you more.”
Un-fucking-likely.
“All mine again,” he whispered. “I’m never letting you go, Alfie.”
I shuddered and buried my face against his neck. Fuck, it was indescribable. He loved me, he was giving me a second chance, it was us again, he was never letting me go. My eyes burned behind closed lids, and it felt like my chest was going to explode. Emotions surged and rushed through me, and I was overwhelmed by a million doses of aloe that worked to mend every break caused by grief and despair.
I didn’t fucking know how to live without that pain anymore. It was bizarre. Almost as if my body tried to search for the hurt, somewhere deep inside, because it’d been my normal for years. But there was no hurt.
Fear, on the other hand… Not a truckload, just enough to tighten my stomach a bit and make me swear to do everything for us.
Shannon had told me his strategy beforehand and what he was going to bring up, so I knew he’d been fairly frank with West. He’d been honest and straightforward to the point where I could really believe this could work since West had come home to pull me into his arms. He’d listened to Shan’s words. He’d processed admissions about the Sons of Munster. He definitely knew the Sons were everywhere, including on the board at work. He knew. And he was still here, holding me.
No fucking shit, I was overwhelmed. This was crazy. Not to mention brand-new for me. Complete honesty? Shit. It was bonkers. My heart hammered a little faster as I really let that sink in. Openness and honesty had been a pipe dream before. There’d always been something between us, right? Like his old man’s bullshit—when he’d warned me and said he knew of my relation to John Murray. And now—
“Tell me what’s going on in that head of yours,” West murmured.
I took a deep breath and slipped a hand up his chest. “A sense of relief I’ve never felt before.” I cleared my throat and kissed the spot below his ear. “Just the fact that I can be completely honest with you… I can’t describe how freeing that is.” I kissed my way up his neck and cheek, and he gave my ass a squeeze that flooded me with urgency. “I swear I’ll always be myself, papi. No more hiding. No more fucking up—”
“Hey.” He met me in a kiss and pulled me on top of him, and I was more than fine with that. I wriggled my ass over his semi-hard cock and sat up, to which he followed and sat up too. “We’ve both fucked up, and we’ll continue to do so for as long as we live.”
“I mean on that scale,” I said. “I was such a dumbass—”
“That’s enough,” he whispered and nipped at my bottom lip. Ouch, that one had a warning sting to it. “We’re done apologizing, and we’re done feeling bad. Our biggest concerns right now are how we can spend as much time together as possible, when we tell our children we’re a family again, and how quickly I can get a ring back on your finger.”
I cupped his face in my hands and smiled like an idiot into a hard kiss. “I like those concerns—and quick is the best pace.”
“Not for everything.”
Hnngh.
There was nothing semi about his cock anymore.
“So are we gonna nap?” I reached blindly for the almond oil on his nightstand, and he seduced me with a deep, tongue-teasing kiss that gave me goose bumps all over.
“For sure.” He sucked in a breath and left a trail of kisses down to my neck, where he sucked on my skin as I poured oil into my hand.
Then I reached under me and found him hard, and I made quick work of slicking him up for me.
“Fuck,” he exhaled. “That’s my boy.”
All yours.
All mine.
He returned the oil while I gripped his cock and positioned myself over it, and I had to be careful. Slow and steady wins the race and all that. ’Cause we’d been at it a little too roughly at my house. I’d woken up sore as fuck. My ass needed a bit of time to readjust to nightly dickings after going so long without.
I let out an unsteady breath as I bore down and took him in, slow inch by slow inch. I felt my eyes close, and the fire ignited.
He grazed his teeth along my neck, his shallow breaths hitting my skin.
Oh, fuck me.
Despite the pain that flared up, a familiar craving made me throw caution to the wind, and I just needed more. I needed a hard hit to shake me up; I needed his aggressiveness to make me a good boy.