Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 106538 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 533(@200wpm)___ 426(@250wpm)___ 355(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106538 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 533(@200wpm)___ 426(@250wpm)___ 355(@300wpm)
God, I love him. But I won’t submit so easily.
“And Lola said you talked about beautiful and ugly things today.”
“I overstepped.” I frown. “I’m sorry.”
“No.” Ozzy steps toward me, lifting my chin with his finger. “She said you offered to let her sit in your RAV, and for the first time since her mom died, she wanted to because she looks up to you. But she couldn’t, and I could tell that bothered her.”
I frown.
“Don’t do that.” He grins before pecking my lips. “Today was also the first time she seemed bothered by not getting into a car. That’s progress.” Ozzy kisses me again. “You’re the reason she made progress today.” He slides his fingers into my hair and kisses me deeper. As he releases my mouth and drags his lips along my jaw to my ear, he whispers, “I fucking missed you so much.”
“Let’s go upstairs,” I murmur, clenching his T-shirt while my eyelids leaden from his hot mouth on my neck, licking my flesh and teasing it with his teeth.
We slow-dance our way to the stairs between kisses. I turn, gripping the railing and making it halfway up before he curls his fingers into the waistband of my jogging shorts, pulling them down my legs along with my underwear.
“Ozzy . . .” I make a weak protest while he playfully bites my ass.
With my shorts and underwear shackling my legs, I have nowhere to go but on my knees.
“I can’t take you to the beach,” he murmurs, “but this I can do.”
My fingers curl into the worn carpeted stairs and my head drops between my outstretched arms while he unbuttons his jeans. In the next breath, he drives into me, and I moan.
The dichotomy of Ozzy, father to Lola, and Ozzy, caveman screwing the life out of me, blows my mind.
I don’t care what he says. He missed me too.
My body starts to collapse with my release, so Ozzy lifts me to the top of the stairs until I’m lying on my back with him moving between my spread knees. When he orgasms, the tendons in his neck stretch tight as his head rears backward. He smiles while opening his eyes and catching his breath.
“I found a penny in the parking lot this morning. I knew it was good luck,” he says, dipping his head and sucking my nipple between his lips. Then he releases it with a chuckle. “And when I walked into the hangar, there was music playing—James Brown’s ‘I Got You.’”
I giggle as he kisses his way to my other breast. “Do you want to hear my condom story?”
“Absolutely,” he says.
I free my arms so my fingers can play in his hair while he gives my breasts the attention they deserve. “I don’t remember how old I was, but I was too young to know anything about condoms. I found my dad’s stash in his closet when my grandma was babysitting me and my brother. So I showed her the box, and she told me to put them back. When I asked her what they were, she told me they were what my dad used on lucky days.”
Ozzy rolls us so we’re facing each other on our sides, heads propped up on our arms, legs tangled in our partially removed clothes.
“So the next day, I took one of his condoms to school with me because my teacher was choosing a new helper for that week. And guess what?”
Ozzy beams. “What?”
“She chose me. So I told her I knew it was my lucky day, and I pulled the lucky condom out of my pocket and showed it to her.”
Ozzy barks a laugh that settles into silent snickering, which shakes his body, and he covers his mouth with a fist.
I grin. “Let’s just say it was an interesting meeting with my parents in the principal’s office. I’m sure I should have been embarrassed, but all I remember is my dad sweating through his shirt, and my mom’s cheeks looked like two shiny red apples.”
Ozzy rolls onto his back and throws an arm over his face while he continues to laugh.
“You’re welcome,” I say, gathering my shorts and underwear before disappearing into my bathroom.
When I emerge with the girl parts all cleaned up and my clothes in place, I find Ozzy in the kitchen with the fridge door open.
So much for making it to the bedroom.
“Maren, you have no food. How am I supposed to refuel for round two?”
“I’ll get groceries tomorrow. It might just be a one-round night. I assume you’re going home before Lola or her grandparents wake.”
Ozzy shuts the fridge door and leans his back against it. “Yes. I might have one of Lola’s ZBARs in the inner pocket of my rain jacket to get me by.”
“Since I’m sharing embarrassing things, I might as well let you in on another secret,” I say.