Total pages in book: 136
Estimated words: 139259 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 696(@200wpm)___ 557(@250wpm)___ 464(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 139259 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 696(@200wpm)___ 557(@250wpm)___ 464(@300wpm)
“So,” I continue, keeping my tone light, “I think we should find a lawyer. Someone we trust. We’ll get this annulled, and then we can figure out the rest. Together. Deal?”
Molly stares at me for a long moment, her expression unreadable. I can practically hear the wheels turning in her head, weighing every word I’ve said.
Finally, she nods. “Deal.”
Her shoulders relax, and I can tell I’ve just brought her the relief she needs. I lean back and grin up at her. “See? That wasn’t so hard.”
She raises an eyebrow. “Speak for yourself. I’m still recovering from the trauma of hearing you say, ‘Morning, wife.’”
I laugh, unable to help myself. “Come on, you’ve got to admit that was funny.”
“I almost had a heart attack,” Molly says, but there’s a hint of a smile tugging at her lips again. “You almost killed me.”
“Murder isn’t my style.” I shrug. “I’d charm you into submission first.”
She rolls her eyes. “And I’d let you think you succeeded right before I hit you with a pillow.”
“See? Everything is going to be okay.”
“You’re not bad, Wilde.”
“Only the best for my wife,” I say, winking.
Molly groans, shoving my shoulder. “Stop calling me that.”
I let myself fall back on the couch dramatically. “Fine. Whatever you want. I won’t say—Okay. I might. I’m starting to get used to it.” It’s true. I am. More than I should.
She leans over me, her face hovering above mine.
I forget how to breathe.
“Hudson,” she says, her voice softer now. “Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For . . . not making this harder than it has to be,” she says. “For making me laugh, even when I don’t want to. And for . . .” Her brow furrows slightly. “For not letting this ruin everything.”
I reach up, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Molly, you should know by now—nothing about you could ever ruin anything for me.”
Her breath catches.
I think she’s either going to cry or kiss me.
I pray for the latter. But then she pulls back, sitting up and clearing her throat. “Okay. So first thing when we’re back in Redville, we find a lawyer, right?”
“Right.” I sit up and hold out my hand for a shake. “It’s a deal.”
She stares at it, then rolls her eyes. “I’m not shaking on this.”
“A kiss?”
Her big green eyes search mine, and I answer her silent plea by picking her up and walking us toward the bed.
Once I lay her on the bed, it doesn’t take me long to undress her, seeing as she was already in a sleep tank and shorts. When she’s fully naked on the bed, I remove my own clothes, and once naked, I crawl onto the bed, spreading her legs and lining myself up with her core.
I rub the head up and down her slit. I drag it slowly through her drenched skin.
“What are you doing?”
“Patience, Hex. I’m getting my dick nice and wet.”
She reaches her hands up and covers her eyes at my crude words, and it makes me chuckle.
“Don’t get shy on me now.”
“I’m not.”
“Oh, my sassy girl is back.”
“Wilde.”
“Yes.”
“Shut up and fuck me already.”
With one sharp thrust, I give her what she wants, silencing her with my mouth. I kiss her as I move inside her, filling her to the brink. Reaching my one arm around and under her, I lift her hips so I can get deeper.
Being inside her at this angle, this deep, is the best feeling in the world.
My head rolls back as I savor the moment.
It feels like we’re the only people who exist. Nothing else matters but feeling her grip me tightly as she climbs toward her release.
After a beat, I begin to thrust again. Sliding my cock in and out of her.
“Fuck yeah, Hex. I love the way you take my cock.” I groan. “So perfect.”
She takes every inch like a champ, her pussy clamping down so tightly, I can barely breathe. She’s like a vise around my cock, and I fucking love it.
Time ceases to matter when we’re here, like this.
“Need more,” she moans, and I reach my hand to where we are joined, placing my finger on her clit. I rub her in the same rhythm that I sink inside her, throwing her quickly over the edge. The moment her walls start to quiver around me, it throws me over the edge.
“I’m coming.” And I do, my cock jerking inside her, her walls milking me dry.
After my dick stops twitching, I hesitate for a second before pulling out.
If I could do this every day, I will, and hopefully soon, I can.
For a second, we don’t move.
“That was amazing.”
“Well, since I’m pretty sure the Elvis marriage counts as binding until we officially annul it, we might as well keep doing this. Aren’t you so happy you’re stuck with me?”
Molly groans again, but this time, she’s laughing as she does it. “God help me.”