Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 102719 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 514(@200wpm)___ 411(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102719 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 514(@200wpm)___ 411(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
We head home. It’s a chilly ride back to the marina, so after I use the restroom, Riley and I hop into the shower for a long, hot rinse that inevitably ends in me giving him a blow job and him making me come again with the shower head.
I’m boneless, exhausted, by the time Riley puts the dog in his crate. Riley and I crawl into bed, naked as usual, where he loops an arm around my middle and pulls me against him, my back to his front. He buries his face in my neck and takes a deep inhale.
“She smells like you now,” he murmurs, his breath warm on my skin.
“Who?”
“Dolly. She smells like coconut body wash. When you’re in the kitchen, she smells like dinnertime after a long day.”
I grin. “That sounds nice.”
“Nicest thing I can think of.”
My heart twists. A year ago, I would’ve laughed at the idea of making a home on a boat with a billionaire. It’s ridiculous on every possible level.
But here I am, feeling more at home than I ever have anywhere else. More comfortable and at ease.
Probably because I can finally be who I want to be.
Perfect has no place here. But authenticity? Bravery? Truth, even when it’s messy or weird?
Yes, yes, and hell yes.
“Me too,” I whisper.
“Get some rest.” Riley kisses my shoulder. “I’ll have your coffee waiting when you get up.”
I’m turning my head to kiss his mouth when his phone rings. I go still.
Getting a call at midnight on a Saturday is never a good thing.
Riley rolls over to grab his phone. Slides his thumb across the screen before bringing it to his ear.
“Hey, man,” he says. “Everything all right?”
In the silence of the room, I can hear Tuck’s rumbly baritone. “I’m sorry to bother you so late. We’re all okay—well, not okay, but alive. And safe.”
“What’s not okay?”
A pause. My heart leaps into my throat.
“Maren’s pregnant.”