Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 79597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
I had to kiss her. “Better because you made it.”
Cherry laughed. “Oh, you were right, Hannah. Your man is a charmer.”
I leaned down. “Talking about me to your mom? Your man?” I teased.
“Go shower. You smell like garage.”
“I had to help out front, we were so busy. Wanna come wash my back?”
She pushed me away. “No.”
I snickered. She was trying not to do the same thing, and her eyes were sparkling with humor. I winked and sauntered down the hall.
“You can go, ah, chat with Chase,” Cherry said, laughing. “I have headphones.”
“Mom!”
I laughed loudly.
“Stop encouraging him,” Hannah scolded.
“It’s too fun,” Cherry protested.
“Whatever.”
“I’m all for a chat!” I called, smirking at their returned “Nos.”
I chuckled as I took off my clothes, tossing them in the hamper. I stood under the spray, rolling my shoulders and letting the heat relax them. I had been tense all day, thinking about OD and wondering if he’d do something. But all my stress was for nothing. I was home, safe with my girl, and we had nothing planned other than some delicious spaghetti and a movie.
Life was good.
Hannah slipped under the comforter, immediately nestling beside me. I pulled her close. “It feels weird, my mom down the hall and me in here with you,” she whispered.
I chuckled. “Would you rather it was your mom in here with me?”
Hannah giggled and slapped my chest. “You know what I mean.”
“I kinda like it.”
She snuggled closer. “I never said I didn’t like it.”
I slid my hand down her back, cupping her ass.
“Not tonight,” she warned.
“I’m just hugging you.”
“Your hand is on my ass.”
I squeezed the full cheek. “I like your ass.”
“I’m serious, Chase. My mom is a few feet away.”
“And our door is closed. Her door is closed.” I slid my hand under her nightshirt and between her legs. “And you’re not wearing underwear.”
“Chase…”
I covered her mouth with mine, kissing her. We slowly rolled so I was on top of her. “We can be quiet, Cinnamon. I can make sure you sleep well so you have a good day with your mom tomorrow,” I murmured against her mouth.
She whimpered as I grazed my finger over her clit. She was wet and ready for me. She wanted me as much as I wanted her.
“Tell me yes,” I begged, circling the nub.
“Oh God, yes.”
I smiled as I kissed her again, settling between her thighs. She wrapped her legs around my hips, drawing me closer. I bent and sucked a taut nipple into my mouth, teasing it through the thin cotton. She bit her lip, a small sigh escaping her lips. I sat back, lifting her hips and sinking in, slow and deep, watching her expression as I did. The desire on her face the moment I was buried within the cradle of her body as far as I could go was wondrous. Her eyes widened, and she shivered. I gripped her hip, bending over her. “Quiet, baby.” Then I covered her mouth and began to move. Hard. Fast. Rocking into her and feeling her clutch at me. Never releasing her lips from mine. Our tongues stroked together, mimicking the actions of our bodies until she tightened around me, her pleasure a silent scream in my mouth. My body responded, and my orgasm tore through me, the intensity of it hot and complete. I stilled, absorbing the aftershocks, then slowly withdrew, lying next to her. She rolled, once again nestled beside me.
“If that’s any indication, tomorrow is going to be a great day,” she muttered.
I chuckled and kissed her head. “Epic,” I agreed.
Cherry smiled in delight as she looked around. “I love this place!”
I grinned at her. Cherry sat next to Hannah, and it was obvious they were related. I still thought they looked more like sisters than mother and daughter. Cherry was young-looking for her age. Hannah told me, growing up, Cherry was always mistaken for a sister or an aunt rather than her mother. She laughed when she told me about the boy in her class in grade ten who had a crush on her mother.
“I thought he liked me and was hanging out at our apartment for me. Turned out he had a thing for older women, and my mother was his fantasy.”
“What happened?”
“He told her, and she was horrified. She informed him she was old enough to be his mother and she was friends with the woman who was. He told her that was okay, he’d handle it.” Hannah grinned widely. “She handled it by taking him by the ear and dragging him from the apartment. She threatened to tell his mom if he ever mentioned it again. That was the last time he came over. He pretended we didn’t know each other after that.”
The bar was busy, the band getting ready to play. We’d come earlier and secured a good table, eaten some awesome burgers, and were getting ready to enjoy the music. I leaned close to Hannah, my voice low. “You like to dance, Cinnamon?”