Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 15534 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 78(@200wpm)___ 62(@250wpm)___ 52(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15534 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 78(@200wpm)___ 62(@250wpm)___ 52(@300wpm)
"Damn right, baby." I slam in and out of her until she comes, screaming my name. Only then do I fill her with my seed. There's so fucking much, it's like my body knows this is the mother of my children.
Somehow, we both doze off. A car alarm jerks me awake. Stacey is laying on my chest, her dark hair everywhere, even in my mouth. Chuckling, I nudge her awake.
“Stace. Wake up pretty baby,” I whisper, kissing the spot just under her dangling earring.
“I don’t wanna. So sleepy. You gotta let me sleep,” she begs, whining a little.
“Not a morning person?” I ask, getting a kick out of this. Prim and proper, Ms. Lipton. I fucked her so thoroughly she forgot her manners. Sounds like a plan I can keep up with for the rest of my life.
“S’not morning. I’m not a get out of bed at all kind of person,” she slurs, burying her face in my chest, placing little kisses where she can reach without moving further.
When I hear her little snores, I get out of bed, letting her sleep. I call Boris, my right hand, and let him know that there has been a change in plans. I also shoot Jason a quick text and let him know where she’ll be.
In the tiny kitchen, I down a bottle of water, then head for the bathroom. I turn the shower on to the hottest setting and stand under the water. My mind drifts to the matter at hand. Who the fuck does this guy think he is? I understand mental illness, but this seems different than that. It’s like he feels he’s entitled to my woman, and I will do anything to wipe that thought from his brain. Just as I am finishing washing up, I feel a breeze as the glass door opens up, and Stacey joins me.
In silence, I wash her hair and body. There is something infinitely sexy about her smelling like me, and it makes me hard. She moans as my cock hits her clit with every move I make.
“Darius,” she whispers, and I have no choice but to lift her into my arms and press her back against the wall. My cock slides home as she wraps her long legs around my waist. Slowly, I pump my hips. She cries out my name as I whisper how fucking much I love her.
“Marry me,” I shout as I come into her tight heat yet again.
“Yes,” she says, and I claim her mouth to seal the deal.
Afterward, I dry us off and carry her tired body back to bed. In my safe is the ring my grandmother left me when she passed away. It’s nowhere near as nice as the other ring she is wearing, but it means something to me. I slide the ring onto her finger. She looks at it and smiles.
“It’s beautiful,” she says with tears in her eyes.
At this moment, I know that money will never be an issue between us, mainly that she has more of it than I do. She is content with me, and that is priceless, just as she is.
Eight
Stacey
I twist the ring around my finger, staring at the beautiful antique design. It’s only been a few hours since Darius placed it on my finger, and it already feels like a part of me. Darius told me that it was once his grandmother’s ring, and she gave it to him when she passed. Knowing the love history there makes it even more special.
We’re on our way to the house I have shared with my brother since our parents passed away. We still own our family home, but we moved out because it held too many memories at the time of their death. It was easier for us to grieve when not surrounded by constant memories. When Darius parks in the driveway, I stare up at the house, and I’m hit with a feeling of loss all over again. This place no longer feels like home. It looks exactly the same, but my home was never a place, but were the people that I needed and loved the most. It’s time for Jason and me to grow up and live our lives without clinging to each other for support. He’ll always be my superhero big brother that raised me when he didn’t have to as well as my business partner.
Grabbing my hand, Darius gives it a squeeze. “You ready?” he asks with a reassuring smile.
“Yeah, I think I am,” I say, feeling ready in more ways than one.
Darius gets out and comes around to my door, opening it for me and stretching his hand out to help me out. We walk hand in hand through my front door. We get down the foyer and a few steps into the living room when Darius quickly turns us around.