Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 72196 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72196 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
“God, it hurt so bad.” His voice cracked. “But you were there to talk me down. You were there to tell me that it was all going to be okay. You were there when I needed someone to talk to when my own family was too broken to listen.”
I was.
“I’d listen to you talk about just about anything,” I whispered. “Anything.”
His smile was heartbreaking.
“You, with your pretty blonde curls and your soft-spoken voice…you were there when I needed you the most. But that’s not the only reason why I love you,” he whispered. “I love you because you’re willing to do anything for my girl. I love you because you brought my son into this world. I love you even though you almost died doing it. Your stupid stubborn pride. I love you because when I hear your voice, I know that today is going to be a good day, no matter what happens beginning, middle, or end.”
Tears were now actively leaking out of my eyes.
“You’re good with words,” I said hoarsely. “I was ready to throw down with you. Now I don’t know whether to kiss you or rip your clothes off.”
His grin was wicked. “Do I get a choice in what you choose?”
I nodded. “Absolutely.”
He lowered his mouth to mine and pressed those beautiful, soft lips against my tear-stained ones.
“Then I choose both.”
Then I was up and out of the chair, lifted by both of his large hands on my hips.
I went with him, wrapping my hands around his neck as I continued kissing him. Even with him slowly pushing my pants down my hips.
He didn’t stop and question me about my granny panties. Didn’t stop to do much of anything but break the kiss when he lifted the shirt up and over my head.
But he was back, even hungrier than before the moment that I was standing bare in front of him.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered against my lips, skimming his way down the length of my jaw. Then further down to the shell of my ear.
His hands smoothed down my naked sides, fingernails dragging deliciously against my curves.
I didn’t feel beautiful. In fact, I was sure that he’d not had a good chance to actually look at the underwear he’d pulled off of me.
They were my ‘I’m expecting my period’ panties. The ones that you put on that you don’t care about. The ones that are stained and ripped.
I was fairly positive that they had a hole somewhere near my left ass cheek.
That was the way it was with Travis, though. He didn’t care about what I wore, or that I had stretch marks. He didn’t care that some days I was a bitchy person. He loved me for me, and I was doing him a disservice by not loving him for him.
And I would change that. Right fucking now.
My hands on his abs, I moved my hands down to skirt underneath the tail of his shirt, and then pushed up.
He got the hint and raised his arms high above his head, grinning wickedly when I was only able to get it up to his elbows.
“Help me,” I ordered softly, my eyes hooded with barely contained passion.
He did by bending at the waist and allowing me to pull the t-shirt the rest of the way off him.
He stood and started unbuckling his own belt and pants, then pushed them down to his ankles.
That’s when I realized that sometime between him lifting me from the chair, and taking my clothes off, he’d discarded his boots.
Oh, and let’s not forget that he wasn’t wearing underwear.
That I realized right off the bat when he stood up, and his erection nudged me on the hip.
“You don’t have any underwear on.” I pointed out the obvious.
He grinned and dropped to his knees.
“No, I sure the hell don’t.”
I licked my lips.
“Why?”
He lazily stroked his hand over my belly and then down to my thighs.
“There was this woman who came in the house really mad earlier, and instead of asking her where my underwear was that she washed, I chose to freeball it instead so she didn’t release the dragon on me.”
I laughed, throwing my head back, and belting one out.
Then I felt the bite of his teeth on my belly, and I grinned down at him.
“They’re in your drawer…where they belong.”
He rolled his eyes. “Of course, they are.”
I sifted my fingers through his hair, letting my nails drag along the base of his scalp the way he liked.
He growled like a content cat and nuzzled my belly.
The move made my pussy clench.
He was so close, yet so far away.
“Travis.”
That one word, leaving my lips like it did, was enough for him to laugh like the ass he was.
“You’re not nice,” I whimpered.
His eyes changed, becoming hot.
“Turn around.”
I bit my lip and slowly turned in his arms, shivering slightly when his mouth came into contact with my ass cheek.