Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 66570 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66570 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
“In your dreams,” I replied. “She’ll be between us.”
He chuckled. “Let’s hope she falls asleep fast.”
I glanced over my shoulder. “Can’t you just behave for a couple of hours?”
He grabbed me at the top of the landing, spinning me around and kissing me again. “If I have to. Unless, of course, you need help getting into your jammies. Or out of them.” He nipped my neck. “I hear the movie starting. She’ll be distracted, and we could be fast.”
I pushed him away, laughing, refusing to allow him to see how tempted I was. One of us had to be responsible.
“I will meet you downstairs,” I said, grabbing my pajamas. “Fully clothed and untouched.”
“Fine,” he grumped good-naturedly. “But you’ll have to make up for it later.”
“Whatever, Fletcher,” I called over my shoulder. I planned to enjoy the movie and popcorn first.
But later was certainly going to be fun.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
SIMON
After the movie fest, the popcorn, and Mia’s excited chatter, pointing out all the things she didn’t want us to miss in her favorite movies, she finally fell asleep. A handful of popcorn was still clutched in her fist, Frozen was still playing, but she had eventually worn herself out. I carried her upstairs, tucking her in and kissing her forehead.
I returned downstairs, sitting beside Amy, who was drowsy and content in the corner of the sofa, still half watching the movie.
“She all tucked in?”
“Yeah.” I chuckled. “Looks like I’ll be doing the same thing for you soon.”
She smiled. “Nah, I’ll get my second wind.”
I kissed her. “Good.”
“She was wound up tonight. Excited. I wonder why?” Amy mused.
I knew exactly why but kept that to myself.
“Good week at school. Oh, and she got another sleepover invite.”
Amy smiled. “She’s settled in so well.”
I sat back, linking our hands. “We both have. But yeah, she is happy here. She has more friends than she did in Ontario. She never really fit it in there. I suppose neither of us did.”
“You fit in here very well.”
I leaned over and kissed her again. “I fit with you really well.” I grinned as I grasped her around the waist, tugging her to my lap, and she gasped. “Feel how well we fit?”
She wound her arms around my neck, widening her legs and straddling me. Even with the material between us, I felt her heat. “I love how you fit me,” she whispered against my mouth.
I had no idea what it was about this woman. My cock acted as if he was twenty whenever she was around. He couldn’t get enough. I couldn’t get enough. I had never experienced passion the way I did with her. As soon as she was close, I wanted her closer. I wanted to feel her skin on mine, her taste in my mouth, her hands on me.
I pulled her tight to my chest and kissed her. She tasted of wine and salty popcorn. Sweetness underlined the taste from the jujubes she’d nibbled on. She tasted like Amy. It was highly addictive. As our tongues stroked together, she made that noise. My favorite one. A low whimper combined with a sigh I felt deep in my bones. It told me how strongly affected she was—the fact that she wanted me as much as I wanted her.
We moved together as we kissed endlessly, the friction and delayed gratification slow and delicious. I loved how she felt riding me—sliding along my hardness, the promise of what was to come intense and thrilling.
“Take me upstairs, Simon,” she begged.
“I want to see you come first,” I murmured, sliding my hand into her waistband. “Ride my fingers, Chippy. Take the edge off. Then I’ll take you upstairs and fuck you until you scream.”
She whimpered again as I played with her. Teased her stiff nub, circled her where I knew she was aching and wanting to be filled. She dropped her head to my shoulder, turning her face to my neck, her hot breath washing over my skin. She curled her hand around the material of my T-shirt, my name falling from her lips. “Simon, oh God, Simon.”
“Give it to me,” I demanded, knowing she loved it when I was vocal and bossy, as she put it. I slid two fingers inside her, pumping hard. “Come on my hand.”
She stiffened, burying her face in my neck as she cried out softly. I worked her until she collapsed against me heavily, her breathing ragged.
I kissed the top of her head, withdrawing my fingers and licking them. She watched me, her eyes wide, the desire not yet gone. I met her gaze with a grin. “Round one, baby. Round two upstairs where—”
She interrupted me, sliding off my lap. “Round two is right here.” She grabbed my waistband, tugging. “Right now.”
My cock sprang free, and she engulfed it in her mouth. I groaned low and heavy in my chest. I hadn’t planned on that, but I was more than happy to accommodate. Amy between my knees with my cock filling her mouth was always an acceptable addition to the plan.