Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 55171 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 276(@200wpm)___ 221(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55171 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 276(@200wpm)___ 221(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
“Yes, please.” A yawn escapes as she tries to cover it up with her hand.
“Come on, you’re dead on your feet. I’m tired, and morning is going to come faster than either of us want. Finn doesn’t care if he goes to sleep at nine at night or two in the morning. He’s up like clockwork for his breakfast at eight o’clock.” I lock the back door. My hand moves to her lower back, and I guide her through the house. My place is a one-story, three-bedroom, two-bath older style home with a few upgrades I’ve managed to do with my hectic schedule. I got lucky, managing to get grandfathered in with this location. A moratorium was put in place shortly after I purchased my home, stating nothing more than a two-story could be built in our neighborhood. Which means no fucking high-rise condominiums and no damn hotels.
“Well, I can’t say I’ll wake up with him after only a few hours of sleep.” Can’t say that I blame her. Finn also isn’t her responsibility. I’ll get up with him, let him out, feed him, and then slide back in bed. This time with Stormy wrapped around me.
“Not worried about that at all.” I flip the switch to my bedroom light, and the wall lamps illuminate the room, each situated on either side of the king-size bed. The bed isn’t made, which is the norm for me, but today I kind of wish I had the forethought to at least pick up a bit. The walls are beige, much like the rest of the house. Having it all one color was not only cheaper, it was also easier when painting. My bedroom set was handed down to me from my grandparents. Jack got other shit that I didn’t see a need for. I got the better end of the stick, especially in the form of real wood furniture, while he got a collectable beer stein set. The fucking irony, I own a bar and would rather have the furniture. Meanwhile, Jack is a businessman through and through.
“Wow, this is beautiful.” Stormy drifts away, running her fingers along the dresser. A dresser that took me far too long to sand and refinish.
“Thanks. Let me grab you a shirt, and I’ll show you the bathroom.” She moves away from the dresser, meandering around the room, landing at another set of sliding glass doors that lead out to the backyard. I make a mental note to close the blackout curtains. Maybe tomorrow, Finn will pull a solid and let me sleep in an hour or so longer than his usual. I move to where she was standing, pull open a drawer, and grab one of my well-worn shirts for Stormy.
“Stormy,” I try to get her attention. She’s lost in a daze, watching the moon illuminate the ocean. Sometimes I forget how lucky I am to have this as my backyard.
“Oh, sorry, what did you say?” This woman is forever in her own head, it seems, unless my hands are on her body.
“You ready for that shower?” She walks toward me in a slow gait, and damn it all to hell, I’m going to curse myself up and fucking down for what I’m about to say.
“Yes. You don’t happen to have a spare toothbrush, do you?”
“Yeah, I got a spare. Not that I would mind you using mine,” I reply. She follows me to one of the two doors in the same wall. The one to the left is the walk-in closet; the one on the right leads to the bathroom. I open the door, hopeful that it’s not too much of a mess, and flip on another switch until the fan and light combo comes on together.
“Uhh, that’s nice of you and all, to offer to use your toothbrush, but I’ll take the spare.” Her nose wrinkles.
“Baby girl, I’ve had my fingers on you, you’ve soaked me and my clothes. My mouth is going to be on you, and my dick is going to be inside you soon. Sharing a toothbrush isn’t a bad thing.” Towels are hanging up, toilet seat is down, and it’s cleaner than I thought it would be.
“Well, when you put it like that…” She doesn’t finish her thought. My hand wraps in her hair, tipping her head back. My head descends, lips sliding along the corner of her mouth.
“Take a shower. I’ll meet you in the bedroom when you’re done.” I nip at her lower lip, licking it when I’m done to soothe away the bite.
“You’re not showering with me?” There’s disappointment in her tone, and damn if the invite isn’t tempting.
“Not this time. I get in the shower with you, and we’re not going to make it to bed for hours. We’re both tired, and while I want nothing more than to slide into my baby girl’s body, we both need rest. Tomorrow, I’ll take you in the shower, in my bed, on the damn kitchen counter, and I promise you it’ll be worth the wait.” Stormy’s body sways toward me, melts against me, and damn if this isn’t harder than I thought it would be. My cock is mourning the loss even though it’s never even been inside her.