Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 38962 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 195(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38962 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 195(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
NINE
JW
I’ve texted Maeve, I’v called Maeve, and there’s been no damn answer. I pressed down on the pedal going well above the posted speed limit through the more deserted areas and only slow down once I hit downtown. Maeve’s house isn’t far from Whisked Away, a smaller-sized home and even smaller fucking parking. A damn nightmare if you’re not used to driving and parking a truck as big as mine. I parallel park behind her car with one try, phone to my ear, which is where it’s been the whole ride over. Fuck using the Bluetooth; I needed something to keep me occupied, and it helped for the most part. Mae answering would have been a million times better.
I slam my truck in park, pull the keys out of the ignition, and unfold out of my seat. It seems I’m tracking Mae down a lot today. It’d be a hell of a lot better if she’d be at my house and in my bed. Soon, I’ll have her there, very fucking soon.
I’m at her doorstep, knocking on her door and impatiently waiting for Maeve to answer.
“Mae, babe, you here?” I call with another rap of my fist. Her car is here, and I know enough from my sisters that during the week when she’s opening the bakery, Maeve likes to be home and in bed early. The sun is barely set and still nothing. I guess she could have gone with her own sisters somewhere. I doubt it though.
My hand is about to try for the doorknob when I hear my baby girl. “Someone’s asshole better be burning, or I’m going to light the fucker on fire.” I shake my head. She and I are going to have words. Then I’m going to place her over my knee and spank her ass for each cuss word she says to me. I’d do it regardless, watching each cheek darken to a pretty shade of pink. I can’t wait to see if she’ll push herself into me. Whether it be her pussy grinding down on my thigh or her ass reaching for more.
“JW, what are you doing here?” She opens the door, hair tumbling down in a wet mess, cheeks flushed, and in a white robe.
“Told you I’d be here tonight, baby girl. We’re going to have some words about that mouth of yours.” I watch as her cheeks flush a deeper pink with every step I take. My hand catches the door and closes it, and the other wraps around Mae’s waist, pulling her to me.
“And you’re going to do exactly what?” Her head tips back, her short frame pressed against my tall form.
“Just you wait and see.” I flip the lock and dip my head. “What were you doing, Mae? What has your nipples pebbled and your cheeks tinted red?” The flash of bare skin is teasing me with her lapels open, giving me a glimpse of her cleavage while also showing me she’s bare beneath. At least on the top half.
“JW.” Her pretty eyes close, so Maeve isn’t aware of me moving my hand, and I run the back of my hands along her smooth bare skin.
“If you can’t tell me, Mae, show me.” I pull the sash of her robe until it’s hanging open a bit more.
“Joseph,” she moans my name, a name no one uses, not family or any friend I have. I’m JW to them, but when Maeve says my name, it goes straight to my dick. I’ve got a mind to strip her down here in the foyer, place Mae on her back, and take my time with her.
“You going to show me what you were doing to your pretty little body while I watch?” I bend toward her, crowding her, and speak low and slowly into her ear.
“God, I shouldn’t, but I’m going to,” she whimpers. I lick the shell of her ear, traveling to the column of her throat and pulling her soft milky skin into my mouth with one strong pull. I’ve got a need to mark her, but the last thing I want is some guy seeing a hickey on her neck and getting so much as a hint of her sweetness. They’d probably think about doing the same damn thing to her, and there’s no fucking way I’m going to allow that to happen.
“Come on, not gonna watch you work your pussy unless you’re in bed, where I get you spread out and open for me.”
She sways closer. My hands wrap around her waist, fingers digging into the top of her ass. Fuck, but I love that she has something to hold on to. I walk us toward her bedroom, keeping my hold on her. Mae’s house is small, it’s easy to scope where everything is—living room, kitchen, and a short hallway shows two doorframes. Both are open. The bathroom is on the left and the bedroom is straight ahead.