Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 56295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
“Are you sure I can’t convince you to stay?”
“Soon. Soon, you won’t be able to get me to leave, even when you’re sick of me.” I press a kiss on her lips one last time, then step back and button up my jeans, leaving the last one undone to give my cock some breathing room, knowing I’ll be putting my shirt on before I walk out of her house. I don’t mind giving the neighbors something to talk about in the way of me leaving Rosaleigh’s house in the morning. My hard cock, on the other hand, is entirely different.
“I’m not sure that will ever happen, but I’ll see you in an hour.” My cum is drying on her body, making me want to beat my own chest with the knowledge that Leigh doesn’t mind it at all.
“Later, sweetheart.” I reluctantly back out of her bedroom, doing so backwards so she’s aware that this is not me walking away; it’s me staying, no matter what happens.
14
ROSALEIGH
I’m never going to recover. My legs are still weak. If it weren’t for wanting to prove to Nix that he could have more of me than he already had, I’d probably have begged him to carry me to the shower. And that was only with my favorite vibrator, the one that has dual motions on the shaft and the rabbit-like ears to work my clit. I can’t even imagine what it would be like if Phoenix gave in and used his cock. One that I got a thorough look at—thick and long, the head bigger than Nix’s length. It’s the type you read about or watch porn to see, one you don’t want anywhere near that one forbidden hole because you know it’ll literally rip your ass apart.
I turn the water to piping hot, still walking around my bedroom and bathroom naked, a small phenomenon that never occurs when the house is full of all of us. Sadly, those days when they were little, didn’t have a care in the world, are long gone. So, what do I do? I luxuriate in the fact that my legs, breasts, lips, and center are deliciously sore as I go out to the kitchen to make a hot cup of coffee to enjoy in the shower while the water finally heats up. Another task to take care of—the hot water heater is on its last leg. One of these days, it’ll finally quit producing the liquid inferno that we James girls love so much, and that will be a day we literally freeze to death while we argue who broke it. True to Nix’s word, Rory texted me last night that she was going to sleep and said she loved me. My night owl Emmy texted me back around one o’clock this morning, judging by the unread text that’s appearing on my lock screen. I make a cup of coffee, convincing myself not to pick up the phone and call Ophelia. “Don’t do it. She’s three hours behind you, probably conked out asleep. And it’s not like you can tell her about the orgasms her own brother gave you,” I tell the coffee pot, tapping my fingers while it gets the water hot, too. Everything and anything are going to take its sweet time when it comes to making my beverage and shower hot. Finally, the dark chocolate caffeine goodness percolates, dripping into my cup. I grab my favorite creamer out of the fridge. Yes, cold creamer in my scalding-hot coffee is my jam. Sue me. I’m sure I’ll be reheating my cup in the microwave at least twice, too. I doctor my coffee up, sugar-free creamer that Rory has told me is horrible for my body, and I’d be better off putting two teaspoons of sugar in me instead. That’s for another day, another time, when I’m not running on fumes. I cut back on my wine. Isn’t that enough for now?
I take my first sip as I walk back through the kitchen and hallway. The slight pull of Phoenix’s cum drying on my body with every movement is a reminder of how he had no problem shooting his load all over me. Nix said it was a way to claim me. Little does he know I want to be claimed, well, once we get a few things out of the way. Having a child with him is one of them. While it made my heart melt, my ovaries tingle, and bring up the thought of maybe having a boy this time around, it also means starting over. I’m still young. My girls are older, though, and that’s a lot. How would the logistics work? Would we rip the girls out of the only home they’ve ever known besides Ya-Ya’s and Baboosh’s house? There’s so much to think about, but I won’t deny him that option if it’s something we can both agree on.