Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 104037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 520(@200wpm)___ 416(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 520(@200wpm)___ 416(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
“Are you offering?”
She spins, her back suddenly pressing to the doorframe. Her eyes lock on mine as she starts to slide down. “I am.” When her knees hit the floor and her hands take hold of the waistband of my shorts, my cock becomes steel for her.
I wasn’t prepared for visitors, so I never managed underwear this morning. I’m not upset about the easier access. One less obstacle keeping me from Poppy’s mouth. My shorts fall to the floor, my dick bobbing in anticipation for her. Running her hands up the back of my legs, she looks up once more—stunning green, brown, and gold mixing in her eyes as she stares up at me. “No warm-up needed, then.”
Sliding my fingers into the top of her hair, I pull her closer, craving her mouth around me too much for patience once the offer was on the table. Her eyes close as she tilts her head back. Taking a deep breath, she appears to lean into the gentle tug of her hair.
It’s not the first time she’s sucked me, but the need in my belly is too hungry to make light or wait. I angle my erection with my other hand and move closer. “You going to take all of me?”
Her eyes open, her gaze on me, as her hand wraps around my length. “I’m going to have you thinking about this every second for the rest of the day. And when we get home, you will return the favor.”
“You say that as if it’s a threat.” Cupping her by the chin, I say, “It will be my pleasure.”
Her tongue dips out to tease my end, and then she opens her mouth nice and wide and takes me in.
“Sausage or ham?” The question is posed an hour later at the store, but I’m still thinking about how I came in her mouth.
Fuck me. Her magic mouth performed a Houdini act when she took me deep into it. She was right. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about how fucking incredible it felt to get off like that.
“Laird?” I’m poked in the stomach, causing my abs to tense.
“Yeah?” I grab her finger, and ask, “What?”
She laughs, shaking her head. “Men are so easy to please.” Holding up the packages of deli meat, she says, “I’m getting both. Genoa is good with you, right? I was thinking for sandwiches. I can get pepperoni if you prefer.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever thought this much about sausage before.”
She starts walking away from the cart while still talking, “I love to cook but not every meal.”
Hunching down, I rest my forearms on the grocery cart and catch up to her. “For sure. Do I get to try the chicken pesto?”
I’m shot dead with a glare. “I’m not sure if you deserve it after I went to the trouble and it ended up in the garbage.”
“It only ended up in the garbage because you put it there.” I’m still laughing when I see some asshole checking her out. Lifting my chin, I make sure he’s on the receiving end of a silent threat. He looks away but then back again like he might recognize me. I spin the hat around and pull the bill lower on my brow. “It sounds amazing,” I say, trying to act like nothing happened.
She bounces on her sneakers when she spots something on the shelf. “They’re always out of these olives.” I’m not sure I’ve been excited over olives, but I can support her enthusiasm.
“I’m your lucky charm.”
Her smile warms my soul. “You must be.” Lifting to kiss me, she says, “I’ll make you the chicken pesto.” It’s not the words that hit me straight in the heart. It’s the gesture.
I bend to kiss her this time, my eyes taking in my drop-dead gorgeous girl, and whisper, “You’re so in love with me.”
I’m whacked on the arm before I can jump out of the way and still cracking up when I spy some fucker eyeing her ass while she’s paying attention to me.
The fuck?
The first guy had me thinking I might have overreacted, but now this guy, and when I look a little farther down the aisle, another asshole is staring at her. She turns, her blond ponytail flying through the air just as he passes. He leans in and says, “Hi,” to her.
What the fuck is happening?
Do they really think a woman of her caliber would fuck around with them? I’m a fucking rock star. Am I not standing right the fuck here?
“I think I preferred you in Deer Lake, where there weren’t guys staring at you everywhere.”
“Oh yeah, I was just a hunchback there. Now I’ve morphed into . . .”
“That’s not what I meant.”
“I know,” she says, still walking.
I let the distance extend between us, ready to let that fucker back there know what I think of his fucking despicable behavior toward my girlfriend. The sleeve of my T-shirt is tugged, and I’m dragged along with her. “Come on. Don’t worry about it. It happens all the time. It’s annoying, but it is what it is.”