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)
“Yes, we still have to talk, but I’m all in, Nix. All freaking in.” The fingers that were gripping my ass move until two of his digits are at my entrance, so close yet so far away.
“And we’ll have that talk after you come for me.” He thrusts his fingers deep inside me. How that’s possible, I have no idea. Maybe he’s double jointed or flexible? It doesn’t really matter. All that does matter is the way he’s grinding his length along the seam of my pussy, his head hitting my clit with every movement, along with his fingers. I’m already on the cusp of my orgasm. I bite my lower lip to drown out the noise, so used to having to be quiet in my bed that I don’t even realize I’m doing it until Phoenix is sucking at my lip, pulling it out of the way, soothing the indentations from my teeth with his tongue. “One day soon, I’m going to hear you scream my name, Leigh.” He swallows my moan with his mouth as I come apart, only for him to pick up the pieces, like he’s always done.
“Every time we’re together, I think it’s the best I’ve ever had, then you one-up the experience, and I can’t tell which way is up and which way is down,” I admit, eyes opening slowly. Phoenix pulls his fingers out of my center, holding me up with his firm thighs.
“Greatest gift you’ve ever given me, sweetheart. Those words, you coming for me, making me break my rules.” I watch as he does something I least expect. His fingers that were inside me are slick with wetness, and I watch as he sucks them into his mouth, a growl rumbling in his chest. My core clenches. I just came, yet watching how he reacts to my taste, it makes me greedy for more.
“Shit, Leigh, soon. It’s going to be my head buried between your thighs, tasting you right from the source. That can’t happen right now. Let me get some clothes on. I’ll walk you back home, and we’ll talk on your porch in case the girls wake up.” I lower my legs as Nix steps back, hands on my hips to hold me steady. I swear I’m going to have to start doing some kind of leg and hip exercises to get used to the way he has me stretched out in various positions. It’s going to be necessary.
“I’d like that, a lot,” I tell him, noticing the outline of his is cock is on display through his pajama pants.
“Cute shoes,” he teases. It’s then that I notice I’m no longer wearing the clogs. They’re haphazardly on the floor from being kicked off my feet.
“They’re hideous. I wasn’t going to ruin my slippers in the street.” Which is part of the truth; the other is that I was in such a rush to get to him, I wasn’t thinking about looks.
“I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere.” I roll my eyes at his command. It’s like he’s forgotten I’m the one who came to him. I’m not ready to leave without him any time soon.
19
NIX
True to my word, it only takes a me a few minutes to change out of my pajama pants; not that I wear them to bed, a preference that I’m sure will be changing once Rosaleigh and I have our talk. I’ll be around the girls more, and I don’t want them to see certain things. Fuck, that’d be hard to even begin to explain. I grab a pair of sweats out of my drawer, strip out of the pants, not at all annoyed that the reason I’m changing them is because Leigh got herself off on my cloth-covered cock, leaving her wetness in her wake. Once those are on, I grab a cotton shirt with the name of the shop emblazoned on the front. It’s faded from years of wear while at work and home. I’m walking back into the living room in under two minutes. If I had more time, I probably would have taken care of my aching cock. That will have to wait because we’ve been away from Rosaleigh’s house long enough. I grab my phone, pocket it, and sweep the area for the woman who’s been mine since the moment I met her. Even if she didn’t know it at the time or through the years, too many years to count but worth it in the end; I’d have waited longer to have Rosaleigh wake up in my arms.
“You ready?” I ask as I walk up behind her where she’s staring at the frames that are lining the sofa table. There are a few of the girls growing up through the years, another with the whole family, the James’ included, minus Douchebag David. The one she’s got her eyes locked on, not saying a word, is the most recent of the four of us taken last month. It was a rare Sunday off for Leigh. The girls asked if we could go to a concert that was being held in the park. Emmy was trying to take a selfie with all of us, struggling because her arm wasn’t long enough, then asked a passerby if they’d snap a picture. It’s probably my favorite one of the bunch. Rosaleigh didn’t have dark circles under her eyes; she was the young and carefree woman while being a mom at the same time. My mom being that mom saw the picture, had it printed and framed for me to add to the collection.