Total pages in book: 170
Estimated words: 160166 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 801(@200wpm)___ 641(@250wpm)___ 534(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 160166 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 801(@200wpm)___ 641(@250wpm)___ 534(@300wpm)
I chuckle, deep and low. “It’s not funny but—”
“No it’s not,” she comments back although apparently my smile is contagious because she wears one too. It brightens up her face.
Smiling into the crook of her neck, I wrap my arms around her and pull her in close. “I fucking love when I make you smile,” I murmur at the shell of her ear and then nip her lobe. She yelps a sweet little sound while tangling her legs with mine.
I’m naked, she’s naked, and this is all I want right now.
“Spread your legs for me,” I command her, kissing down her neck and she’s more than eager to agree. Opening for me and wrapping her legs around my hips. Before gripping my cock, I let my thumb rub her clit and her body shivers under me.
The sight of her teeth sinking into her lip as her neck arches makes me desperate to feel her cunt wrapped around me. In one quick thrust, I’m inside of her. I don’t give her time to adjust, I don’t stop when she gasps or when her nails dig into my back. I fuck her like she’s mine, all mine to do whatever I want with. I shove myself as far as I can inside of her, groaning into the crook of her neck as she screams out my name. Then I pound into her, over and over again, loving how she cries out each time in utter ecstasy.
She screams out my name. Mine.
“Come for me my little whore,” I command her and as if my words are her undoing, she obeys. It’s fucking heaven, feeling her come on my cock.
“Such a good girl,” I whisper and then ravage her. Relentlessly taking her and riding through her orgasm. By the time I’m done, she’s lost herself again and trembles beneath me, kissing me tenderly as I pulse inside of her.
I only get out of bed to clean up and return with a warm damp cloth to clean her up as well. She moans softly as I do and then bites down on her lip. “Settle down my little whore,” I reprimand her and she smiles wider, that deep blush darkening her tanned skin.
When I get back, the license stares back at me on the nightstand. I sign it without thinking of anything other than how I feel right now.
“I need you to sign this,” I tell her and put the paper on the pillow, the pen in her hand.
“Yes, husband,” she says as if she’s joking, but she signs it. A loopy B that’s curved and refined, signed with a shitty ball point pen on a pillow.
She hands me the pen and paper and tells me to get into bed. It’s late and I need to sleep.
Fuck, married for not even a minute and she already has me whipped.
“Yes, wife,” I respond, again somewhat comically, but my heart pounds in my chest with a feeling I’ve never known.
As I lay down and get comfortable, she cuddles next to me, her soft curvy body against mine, and kisses my chest. Then she tells me she loves me, and I believe her.
It occurs to me at this moment that I love her so deeply, I would light the world on fire if only she told me she wanted it to burn.
BRAELYNN
I thought the coffee shop would be the best place to meet my mom, a dainty place on the corner of a strip that’s very public, and I was right.
The sounds here are familiar and soothing. A barista steams milk for a latte, the coffee grinder whirrs, and a woman at the counter laughs.
I sit in a booth in the back corner of the café area, my hands around a mug of hot cocoa. I decide against coffee because I don’t think the caffeine will do a thing to help my nervousness. My mom’s mug, also filled with hot chocolate, waits across from me.
Nate glances at me from the other end of the shop and raises his eyebrows. He’s not the only one guarding me today. There are a few other men here. Declan’s people. They try their best to blend in, but I know the look of them too well. They don’t get lost in thought or spend too long looking at the laptops and phones they carry for cover. They’re always checking to make sure I’m okay. Declan may not be here at my wishes, but with how many men he sent to stalk my every move he might as well have been.
I give Nate a thumbs-up, somewhat sarcastically, though my heart races. I don’t know how this is going to go. I can already hear her telling me she’s been worried sick and how disappointed she is in me for not responding to her and for making her worry.