Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 85342 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 427(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85342 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 427(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
“It was not one time.” I kiss his neck. “I think it was like five.” I kiss him again.
“That other time, Vivienne said she bought me a swimsuit and it dissolved in the water. How is that my fault?” He bends to kiss my nose. “Now, are we taking a shower before we order or what?” He turns to walk to the shower, his pinky linked with mine as I move with him.
“Shower would be nice,” I admit as I walk with him to the bathroom, stopping when I see the condition of the bed. The spot in the middle of it looks like I wet the bed. “We need to change the sheets.” I smirk at him as I watch his ass walk away. “Also, there is no way I cannot tell people about what just happened.” I throw up my hands. “I mean, people might be able to tell.”
“Julia.” He says my name while chuckling.
“Chase.” I walk into the bathroom and look in the mirror. “It shows all over my face I just had the best sex of my life.” My cheeks are tinted pink, my hair is out of control. I have little red dots on my breasts and stomach from his scruff.
“You look just as beautiful as you did that first day.” He stands behind me and puts his hands on my hips. “Shall we take a bath?” My eyes light up at that suggestion. “Bath it is.”
“Are you coming to the game tonight?” Chase asks as we sit on the couch the morning after, having coffee while watching the news. Sitting beside him on the couch with my legs draped over his, Chase’s hands across my legs while I’m in his T-shirt and he’s in boxers. We spent the whole night together. Being with him is starting to feel like I’ve always been with him. Even when I woke up this morning in his arms again, it was like I’ve been doing it for all my life, instead of just a week.
“It’s Saturday night,” I remind him. “I haven’t missed a Saturday night game since your cousin knocked up my sister.” I roll my lips laughing.
“You aren’t wearing a Horton shirt,” he tells me and I just look over at him.
“Is that so?” I ask him and he leans forward to put his cup down on the coffee table, then reaches for mine, putting it next to his. He turns toward me now and my legs open in front of him as he lies on top of me.
“I believe that you said you were mine.” I roll my eyes when he says that.
“I was two seconds away from an orgasm,” I lie between my teeth. In all honesty, I was close to an orgasm but I was also his.
“Do I need to remind you?” He kisses my lips softly.
“Yes,” I say and we both laugh. He pulls out all the stop remind me I am in fact his, over and over again.
That night at the game I don’t wear a Horton shirt, instead I wear a Grant shirt, but with a twist. I put Dr. in front of it, making everyone laugh when they see me. But nothing is better than hearing him laugh when he finally sees it after the game. We walk from the arena with my hand playing with his hand that is wrapped around my shoulder. My head is turned to look at him as he smiles at me.
“This is going to be super weird,” I say as he pulls up to his parents’ house for Sunday lunch.
“Why?” He turns off the car and I open my door.
“Because we are kind of together,” I say, not willing to put a label on whatever this is. We decided that we are going to be dating but I’m not going to ask anything else.
“Kind of.” He slides his hand with mine. “Pretty sure you waking up with my dick in your mouth is us being together,” he informs me right before the front door opens and his father is standing there. My face turns red thinking he might have heard what he said. I release Chase’s hand as we walk in the door.
The sound of commotion is all over the place as Maddox runs through the hallway, stopping
to side hug me and say, “Hi, Auntie Juju,” before running upstairs to the playroom.
I look over my shoulder at Chase, who is talking to Matthew about something, and I walk into the house. I’ve never felt like I’m walking on eggshells. I also don’t know why I’m so fucking nervous. I’ve never been nervous coming to Sunday lunch. I also have never woken up with Chase’s cock in my mouth before coming to Sunday lunch. “Hey,” Allison greets when she spots me holding a plate. I walk over to her and kiss her cheek. “You smell good.”