Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 52319 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 262(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52319 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 262(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
I can't save him. Only he can do that. And for once, he's finally ready to do that. Not for me or because he loves me. Not for his mom or Daniel. But because, for once, he's finally letting himself believe it's what he deserves.
By the time we make it back to his place, I'm a bundle of anxiety. Because now…we tell my dad. We tell Bella. I already know they're going to be disappointed that I've kept so much from them, and hurt I got married without them, but this wasn't about them. It was about me and Brantley. It was about reminding him that no matter what, he's the future I choose.
I know Bella will understand eventually. Of course my mom will. I'm not so sure about my dad, however. He's never liked to admit that we're not little girls anymore. Now, Bella has Cormac, and I have Brantley. And somehow, they're both the best parts of our dad. They're protective, devoted, and loyal. He might not have chosen Brantley for me, but if given a choice, he would have chosen a man just like him for me—gentle, courageous, and infinitely compassionate. And he would have chosen one like Cormac for Bella too—fierce, kind, and infinitely patient. They're exactly who we need.
"Are you ready to go see your dad, little bird?" Brantley asks, running his hand down my arm as he steps up behind me in the bedroom.
I spin to face him, and then swallow, caught off guard again by how damn handsome he is. But how much love shines in his eyes. He's so damn soft with me, so open. It blows my mind that anyone can look at him and not see the same things I do. His story is right there, peeking out no matter how he tries to hide it. As much as he might think he's broken, he's never been that. He turned all that pain into something beautiful, shaped it into a man full of kindness and goodness—one who takes my breath away.
"No," I whisper, shaking my head. "I'm not ready yet, Brantley. There's something important we need to do first."
He cocks his head to the side, a question in his eyes.
I answer it when I sink to my knees at his feet, reaching for him. Before we invite more chaos into our lives, I want an hour to be just us—Brantley and Isla. Husband and wife.
Judging by the way desire flares in his eyes, eclipsing everything else, he wants it too. He takes a step toward me, his tongue skirting along his bottom lip. "Yeah?" he rumbles, brushing his hand down my cheek. "You think getting on your knees for me is important?"
"Very," I whisper, inching his zipper down. "Highly important." I delve my hand inside, wrapping my fist around his already hard cock. He groans in response, his eyes at half-mast. "So freaking important, Brantley."
"Jesus," he groans, spearing a hand into my hair as I pull his dick from his pants, leaning forward to lick the broad head.
I moan as his taste bursts on my tongue, and then pull him into my mouth, plunging down on him all at once.
"Fuck!" he shouts, bucking his hips against my face.
That tiny move forces him a little deeper, and I choke, lava coursing through my veins.
"Christ. Ah, Christ," he pants. "I'm a bad husband already. Forgot how fucking perfect this mouth is, little bird."
I pull back, looking up at him. "Guess I'll just have to remind you."
He growls like a wild beast when I plunge down on him again, using everything I've learned to slowly drive him crazy. I lick and suck and bob on his cock, teasing him until he's on the brink, his hips pulsing restlessly. And then I start all over again, determined to make him as wild as he makes me. To love him until he can't think or breathe.
"Christ, Isla. You gotta stop. I'm going to come," he pants, his eyes on fire as he pants for breath, his hand tangled in my hair. His hips moving restlessly as he pumps in and out of my mouth, unable to stop himself even as he tries to stop me.
I wrap one hand around his shaft and the other around his legs, pumping so my fist meets my mouth every time I bob down on him.
"Ah, fuck. You want me to come down your perfect throat?"
I hum around him.
He growls a curse, his body going taut. He throws his head back, moaning my name as his cock twitches in my grip, his seed splashing against the back of throat. I swallow quickly, trying to drink it all down as he spills into my mouth again and again.
I don't even have a chance to swallow the last drop before he yanks me up into his arms, his mouth crashing down on mine in a fierce kiss. If he tastes himself on my lips, he doesn't complain. He's too busy storming toward the bed with me in his arms, pulling my dress off at the same time.