Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 108141 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 541(@200wpm)___ 433(@250wpm)___ 360(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108141 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 541(@200wpm)___ 433(@250wpm)___ 360(@300wpm)
“I’ll be right back,” he says, edging off the bed and walking to the bathroom. I use the moment to check out his muscular butt. The man is, as Blaire would say, the definition of sex on a stick. And he’s my husband. The thought has me feeling giddy, and before I can stop it, a giggle escapes my lips.
“What’s so funny?” Ethan asks, sauntering over to me with a wet washcloth in his hand. He nudges my legs apart and swipes up my center.
“I was just thinking about how lucky I am to have such a sexy husband.”
When he lifts the washcloth, it’s tinted pink. He smirks cockily and I laugh at how dirty he is. He doesn’t have to say anything for me to know he loves that he was the one to take my virginity.
“This isn’t going to be enough,” he says. “Why don’t we take a shower?”
When I grin, he laughs. “You’re going to be sore, baby. Just a shower.”
“We’ll see,” I say in a sing-song voice, climbing out of bed and skipping to the shower. We both know Ethan can’t say no to me, and what I want is for my husband to make love to me again in the shower.
Ethan
“Let’s go in here!” Nevaeh points to the tattoo shop. After spending the afternoon in bed, wrapped around my wife and having room service brought up for a late lunch, she insisted we get out and explore. We’ve spent the last hour or so checking out the fountains and people watching. Nevaeh loves to watch people and how they react to each other. She giggles when they kiss and makes up stories when they’re in a heated discussion.
“You going to get another tattoo?” I ask, walking in behind her. She’s dressed simply in a pair of khaki skinny jeans and a netted see-through gold shirt with a white tank top underneath. The shirt shows off her perfect tits and curves, and the jeans mold to her plump ass. All I can think about is the next time I’m going to get her underneath me. Resisting her in the shower took an ungodly amount of strength, no matter how hard she tried to convince me. But I wasn’t about to hurt her. She might not be sore yet, but she’ll be feeling it tomorrow, and I wasn’t about to add to that. We have our entire lives to be together…
But even as the thought surfaces, a large lump forms in my throat. Forcibly, I swallow it down, refusing to think about just how long I might have with Nevaeh. I’m not going to go there until I speak to her doctor myself. I wanted to ply her with a million questions last night when she told me about her brain tumor, but I held back, not wanting to upset her. I could see it in her eyes, hear it in her voice, she was worried about marrying me, knowing I’ve already lost my daughter and Kelsi. But what she doesn’t understand is that just a single day with Nevaeh is worth the heartbreak I would feel if I lost her. I’ve spent the last twelve years keeping my emotions locked away, but I can’t do that with her. She’s the other half of me. The more I was scared of. I can’t be me without her, but more importantly, I don’t want to be me without her.
“I’d like to get the quote from our rings,” she says, stepping up to the front counter. The gentleman greets her and she explains what she would like. He tells her he can do that now if she can give him a few minutes to draw it up.
“I’d like it done as well,” I tell him, sliding my arms around Nevaeh from behind and resting my chin on her shoulder. I kiss the side of her neck and she tilts her face up to smile at me.
While we wait for the guy to come back out, we sit on the couch. Nevaeh cuddles into my side while looking through the various photo albums filled with different drawings, every once in a while asking me what I think about the drawing. While we wait, I focus on Nevaeh. The sweetness of her scent, the craziness of her hair, how soft her skin is. I’m worried what will be waiting for us when we return, what the doctor will say. But I need to be strong for her. She needs me to be strong for her. With Felix and Logan being locked up, I’ve told Rosco to hire a company to move our stuff to my house. When we return, we’ll go straight there.
“What do you think?” Pete, the tattoo artist, asks, showing us the designs. He’s drawn up a more feminine version for Nevaeh, and something more simple and masculine for me. I would’ve preferred to go to Forbidden Ink, but I must admit the guy did a damn good job.