Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 79850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
That produces a belly laugh from Brooke, who waves off the compliment, turning one back on my mom. “Your son is the one who’s gorgeous, and you and he look just alike.”
That’s true and endearing Brooke thinks so. My mom thinks I look like my dad, and I definitely inherited his blond hair and green eyes. Those are the obvious similarities. But I got everything else from my mom. The shape of my nose, the fullness of my lips, and the way the left side of my mouth raises just a bit higher than the right when I smile. We also have the same eyebrows, and they quirk the same way when we’re skeptical or surprised. My mom and I even have the same exact laugh.
The fact that Brooke just called me gorgeous is a bonus.
“Okay,” I say gruffly as I pull Brooke away from my mom. “Got a hug for me?”
Surprise flashes in Brooke’s eyes, but she easily walks into my embrace. Her arms come tight around my neck and I press my face into her hair for a brief second, before blatantly squeezing her ass with the palm of one hand. She gives an indignant growl and leaps away from me, face burning bright red. My mom just shakes her head, but her smile tells me she enjoys that her son can be playful.
We take our seats with Brooke between my mom and me.
“I’d ask you to tell me all about yourself,” my mom says to Brooke. “But Bishop has told me so much already.”
“Oh really,” Brooke drawls teasingly, cutting me a sidelong glance before her eyes go back to my mom. “What exactly has he said?”
Leaning back in my chair, I get comfortable to listen. I have indeed told my mom a lot about Brooke, and this happened just yesterday morning. My mom actually grilled me, I think just overexcited that I’m interested in and have feelings for someone.
“Let’s see,” my mom says with a smile. “He said you were intelligent and had a dry sense of humor, which he adores.”
“Not exactly what I said,” I interrupt, wanting to be a part of this conversation to keep my mom on the straight and narrow. “I think I said you were intelligent and witty, and that you were a smartass at times.”
Brooke rolls her eyes at me and turns back to my mom. “Bishop brings the smartass out in me, I’m afraid.”
“I can totally understand that,” my mom returns as she leans toward Brooke in a conspiratorial way. Her voice lowers and she says, “One time…”
And that’s it.
I’m out of the conversation.
My mom launches into a story about me that’s slightly embarrassing but has Brooke laughing, so that’s okay. And the two of them don’t stop talking for two hours while we have a leisurely lunch.
Two freaking, solid hours and I’m practically ignored the entire time.
I fucking love it.
Chapter 26
Bishop
“That’s enough, Brooke,” I growl, my head lifted off the pillow and neck muscles straining.
“But is it really?” she purrs, leveling me with a wickedly killer smile that makes my balls ache.
She’s giving me the fucking hand job of a lifetime and it might even rival her blow jobs. Her hand, which can’t quite close around my cock, is gripping me tight and jerking me hard and fast. Just how I fucking love it if I were to do it myself.
I dig my heels into her mattress, lifting my hips off the bed, wanting to come and not wanting to come. She’s sitting back on her heels beside me, completely naked and utterly focused on what she’s doing to me. When she said she wanted to play a little bit, I wasn’t going to say no.
But her play took a dark turn when she started getting a little rough, and I know I’m not going to last long if she keeps it up.
Up and down she strokes, trying to tear the pleasure out of me.
“Enough,” I bellow as I surge up and pull her hand off me.
She grins and holds a finger to her mouth. “Shhh…you’ll wake Nanette up.”
“Fuck Nanette,” I snarl as I grab Brooke around the waist and toss her down where I was lying just moments ago. I push her legs open and slide a finger inside of her. “Mmmm…wet, baby. Did jacking me off like that excite you?”
She moans and nods, eyes glazing over while I work her with my fingers.
In moments, I have her hips rotating. A few more, and she’s bucking against me, seeking that sweet release. I pull my hand away and she gives a cry of distress. I ignore it, leaning over to her bedside table where I stashed a gazillion condoms.
Because my dick is hard as granite and standing straight at attention, the condom goes on easily.
There’s no waiting. Brooke is soaked so I dive in, and…f-u-u-u-ck, nothing should ever feel this good. It should be immoral and against the law.