Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 107667 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107667 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
My lips tip up at that.
“Because I know Owen comes home ravenous, and I can’t get enough.”
“I have to admit, that part, I look forward to.”
“It’s the best,” she says with a wink.
I grin at her. “Did we just become friends?”
“We totally did. And when you meet the other wives, you’ll love them. We’re a family, Tennessee. And again, you’ll never be alone.”
Her loyalty is overwhelming. Or maybe Lindy and Josie were never truly my friends. They never made me feel this included, and she just met me. In the short time I’ve been talking to Angie, I feel as if I’ve known her forever. It’s odd but exciting at the same time. It seems that has been the theme of my life since meeting Dart. The instant connections, the faith that fate has me, and it’s beyond anything I could have ever asked for. As my eyes fall to Dart once more, watching him do what he loves, I feel my heart slam into my chest just as hard as he slams his blade into the puck. He looks up, and our eyes meet, heat coursing through me. His lips curve into that easy, gorgeous grin, and he winks. It’s a simple motion—silly, even. Just a smile for me, but I realize I want more.
I may have left home to find myself, and I did, but what I didn’t realize was that I was meant to find the missing parts of my heart.
The parts I gave him.
My love.
Number 11, D’Artagnan Miklas.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Dart
My bag for my road trip is packed and by the front door, and that’s where it’ll wait until I get as much as I can of Tennessee.
I pull my jersey off her body, throwing it to the floor before the backs of her knees hit the bed and she sits that sweet ass down. She pulls off the shirt she has on underneath and unhooks her bra as I push her legs open, stepping between them. I take ahold of her left breast, squeezing it as I whisper, “I loved seeing you in my sweater, but I love you like this a hell of a lot more.”
“You’re entirely overdressed,” she accuses, and I grin before I take her chin, tipping it up to meet my gaze. The red-and-black ribbon from her hair falls into her face, and I’m a goner. I drag my thumb along her plump bottom lip, and when she nips at the tip, my cock throbs at her naughtiness.
“I love you.”
Her lips curve ever so slightly. “I love you.”
Each time she says those three words, I feel like it’s my first time hearing them.
She reaches out, her eyes locked with mine as her fingers make quick work of my belt buckle and then the button of my suit pants. They fall from the weight of my belt in the loops before I push down my boxers and step out of them, while she scoots up the bed, undoing her jeans. I grab the bottom of the legs, pulling the denim off her and to the floor before her panties follow. I move my eyes along her body, and I lick my lips when I get to her center, where she opens her legs for me. I start to unbutton my shirt. I want this to last, but I know it won’t.
She shatters me.
Each button of my shirt is torture, and I almost rip it off. But instead, I drag my gaze back up to hers. “Touch yourself.”
Her eyes widen. “What?”
“You heard me,” I demand, my cock aching for attention. “Slide those fingers between those sweet thighs, Tennessee. Get yourself ready for me.”
“I’d rather you touch me.”
“I don’t care. I want to make sure you can pleasure yourself when I’m unable to touch you and you only have my words.”
Her breath catches as she lifts her hand from the bed, dragging it along her stomach. I throw off my shirt and put my knee on the bed, catching her wrist in my hand. I bring her fingers to my lips, sucking two into my mouth as she lets out a long, lusty sigh. Her eyes are dark, full of hunger, as I take her fingers from my mouth and guide them between her legs. I sit back as she slides her fingers between those slick lips, and a soft moan leaves her lips, causing every part of my body to go rigid.
“Fuck,” I mutter, my heart pounding in my chest. “Find your clit, baby doll. Just like that. Mmm, I love that,” I compliment as she swirls her fingers over her clit. She jerks against her hand, and a deep groan bursts from my chest as my own hands shake. I roll onto my stomach to keep from touching myself and move up the bed to where my mouth is right at her ear. She turns her head to kiss me, but I pull back, shaking my head. “Oh no. You only get my words, my greedy girl.”