Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 72060 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72060 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
"I know, baby," he says. "I can feel it." He licks his thumb and pushes down on my clit as he rubs it from side to side. "Fuck, you are so tight," is the last thing he says before I come all over his cock again. He thrusts back into me twice more before he comes right after me.
My legs fall from his shoulders and I close my eyes to get my breathing underway. He falls on top of me and kisses my shoulder before he buries his face in my neck. "I," he pants. "I," he says again and I can’t help but laugh. "I have no words."
"One thing we do really well," I tease as I rub his back with one of my hands. "Is sex."
"Yes." He kisses my shoulder again before peeling himself off me. "Communication we can work on. Sex." He shakes his head and pulls himself out of me. "We got that down to perfection." He bends to kiss my stomach before getting up and walking to the bathroom. He comes out a second later. "Your bathroom is empty," he says, shocked. "There is like one roll of toilet paper."
"I don’t use that bathroom," I say, standing up. "So I packed it first."
I turn to walk to my bedroom and I can feel him following me and he stops in his tracks. "Holy shit, it’s empty."
I look around the room seeing ten boxes packed and labeled. The last week I’ve pretty much spent all my days in my house unless there was an emergency. "I’ve been trying to get it all done."
"You really were going to just up and leave and come to me," he says and I put my hands on my hips.
"Were you not doing the same?" I tilt my head to the side and he just puts his hands on his hips. "Exactly," I say. "Don’t you get all shy on me."
He laughs and comes to me, pushing me into the bathroom. "Time to take a shower."
I don’t even argue with him, and when I finally get out of the shower, the water is ice cold and my hands are pruned up. "I don’t have anything for dinner," I inform him, wrapping a towel around myself. He steps out of the shower after me, grabbing his own towel. "I’m sure I can whip something up." I grab a shirt and ignore the way he tries not to laugh. "I cooked last time and it was fine."
"That was not you who cooked it, and you know it." He smirks at me and kisses my shoulder.
"You’re lucky I like you." I glare at him, walking out of the bathroom and going to the kitchen. I open the freezer and cheer when I see that I have a couple of frozen meals that my grandmother made for me. I slip them into the oven and hear him walking out of the room wearing his boxers.
"I found two meals. I don’t know what they are but my grandmother made them, so they should be good," I explain, and he wraps his arms around my waist.
"Then I think we are safe.” He laughs loud, letting me go and then going to sit down on the chair.
"There is the family barbecue." I look over at him. "Tomorrow for lunch."
I watch his face and see the nerves settle in. "Well, better now than on our wedding day." He laughs nervously and my heart speeds up. In this whole thing I never even thought about what happens next. "Hey," he says and I look up at him. "Later," he tells me. "Tell me who will be there?"
"Pretty much my whole family," I share and he groans and puts his head back.
"Good, so everyone who wants to shoot me in the ass," he says and I can’t help but laugh.
"Not everyone." I look over at him. "My grandmother might still like you."
"Good to know." He shakes his head and we spend the night, just us, together.
When I pull up to the house the next day, the number of cars is staggering. "Jesus, it looks like it’s doubled since I was here last."
"Lots of kids grew up," I reply, getting out and walking in front of the car to meet him. He’s wearing blue jeans and a white shirt and he looks just as handsome as he did when I first saw him. He slips his hand over mine as we walk toward the back of the house.
"Oh, look, it’s the Bobbsey twins,” Reed says when we see him. "Did you guys really have to dress the same to get that united-front look?”
Travis laughs and leans down to kiss my head. "I want to make sure everyone knows she’s mine."
All Reed does is fake vomit and then yells across the lawn, "Harlow is here and she brought a boy!” All eyes turn to us and he squeezes my hand a little tighter than he should. He slaps Travis on the shoulder. "Welcome back." He snickers and then takes off to find Hazel.