Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 68920 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68920 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
“Take off your panties,” I instruct.
She slides her feet to the bed and lifts her ass so she can push her panties down. I lean forward and grab the lacy material to help them down her thighs. Once she’s naked and bared to me, I push her knees apart. In the bright sunshine, her cunt is pale pink and glistening.
I reach behind my neck and tug off my shirt. The rest of my clothes get shed quickly. Her features become dark and hungry as she stares at my cock that bounces out in front of me. I kneel on the side of the bed and grab her hips. She laughs when I jerk her to the edge so her ass hangs off. Her laughter dies in her throat, though, when I run my tongue along her juicy slit. Her back arches up off the bed, making her tits jiggle.
“Hudson,” she begs.
I make work at sucking on her clit. I love the way it makes her squeal and squirm and scream. It doesn’t take long before she’s coming unglued as her orgasm takes over. She’s still shaking when I pounce on her. Sliding my arm beneath her, I pull her farther up the bed. She whimpers when my cock rubs against her sensitive clit.
“You want my cock inside you, heathen? Did you miss it stretching your tight little hole?”
“Oh God,” she moans. “Yes. I need you.”
With a grin, I grab my dick and guide it into her waiting body. We both let out a hiss of air as I push my cock inside her to the hilt. Several times, I slide in and out slowly so I can watch the way my body fits inside hers. The way her pussy seems stretched to the limits. How her arousal coats my dick and lubricates it.
“Look at how perfect we fit,” I mutter, my eyes fixated on where we’re joined. “Do you see?”
She bites on her bottom lip and nods as she watches me fuck her. “It feels good too.”
“Feels really fucking good,” I agree.
I settle on top of her tiny body so I can look in her eyes. Hers shine with love and adoration. The feeling is mutual. I thread my fingers in her hair and kiss her mouth as my hips thrust against her. I’ll never be able to fathom how I lived without having Rylie like this. We’re two halves of a heart that only beats together.
“Hudson,” she cries out against my mouth.
I slide my palm to her ribs that feel breakable under my hand but somehow also strong with Hale scrawled across them. “Rylie.”
Fragments of words mixed with moans echo in the treehouse cabin. Our sweaty bodies are slick as we fuck. Each of us desperately clinging to the other.
She murmurs words of love and praise. I show her with my body that I feel the same.
Together, we make sweet, frantic love.
She’s my wife—my sister—my everything.
Life may feel too short and too fragile…
I’ll be damned if I waste one second of it.
Rylie
Several months later…
“I can get it,” I grumble, even though I worry about my arms giving out. My new doctor says I have nerve damage that may never heal back up. Dreams of cutting hair like Mom did were pushed aside as I had to discover my own strengths and abilities.
Hudson ignores me as he uses the oven mitts to pull out the giant turkey from the oven. He sets it on the stovetop and then closes the door. “Doesn’t look like Mom’s,” he muses aloud.
I swat at him. “It’s a new recipe.” I nudge him with my hip and he steps out of the way, but not before sticking his finger in the mashed potatoes. “Don’t you have work to do?”
He grins at me, wide and boyish. After all this time together, as a couple, it’s still hard to believe he’s mine. “Boyd says everyone deserves Thanksgiving off.”
I shake my head. “He did not say that.”
Hudson runs the books for Boyd Williams’ riverside resort. His cabins are top-of-the-line and have the best views in Jasper. He also lets us rent one of the cabins in a secluded section of his property for hardly anything. I may not know much about finance and accounting like my genius brother, but Boyd lets me help with marketing and website stuff. He’s been patient and so nice to take us under his wing.
“He said, and I quote, ‘Enjoy the day off, watch some football, eat some peeh-can pie, make a turd, and give yer wife some lovin’. But not in that order, son. Definitely not in that order.’”
I giggle because I can imagine Boyd saying just that. His belly is big, but his handlebar mustache is bigger. Funniest country bumpkin you’ll ever meet. Probably the richest one in Jasper, Arkansas too. His wife, Patty, should have earned a medal for putting up with him for thirty years. “That sounds like the Boyd I know.”