Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 73774 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73774 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Not wanting to assume anything, I meet her eyes. “May I?” I ask, praying to God she doesn’t say no.
“So polite.” She smirks. Leaning forward, she sucks my bottom lip into her mouth, nipping at it playfully. “Yes, Gage, you may touch me.”
Not needing to be told twice, I take her lace-covered breast in my palm and suck on her nipple through the material. She groans, her fingers spearing through my hair again as I take her other breast and suck on that one too.
After giving them each attention, I pull back and flip the cup down to get a good look at her. Her breasts are creamy like the rest of her body, with tiny freckles dotting her skin. She mentioned her mom was Irish, and she took after her. With her tits nestled in my hands, I lick her pink nipples, my tongue swirling around the tip before I bite down on them.
Sadie groans, jutting her chest toward me. “More,” she breathes.
I lick her nipples again, but she shakes her head. “No, not that…umm…”
“What, baby? What do you want?”
Her pale skin flushes pink, telling me she’s embarrassed by whatever she’s trying to say, so I drop her tits and take her face in my hands. “You never have to be embarrassed by what you want. Whatever it is, I’ll give it to you.”
She sucks her bottom lip into her mouth and nods slowly. “I want you to bite me again. When we were together before, you would do that. And sometimes, you would be kind of rough. I never thought I would like sex like that, but I do.”
Fuck, this woman.
Capturing her mouth with mine, I kiss her hard and deep, stroking my tongue against hers. Needing her to know, to feel how badly I fucking want her. I pull back slightly and lick across her bottom lip before I bite down on it… hard, making her groan into my mouth.
Releasing her, I grab her tits again, this time less gentle, and take a nipple into my mouth, sucking roughly on the tip.
“Oh, yes, just like that,” she murmurs, throwing her head back and grinding herself against my hard cock. If she keeps doing that, she’s going to get us both off.
The harder I suck and bite, the harder she grinds against me, stroking my dick through the material while taking us closer to the edge.
“Oh, oh, God,” she breathes, telling me that she’s close. Her thighs tighten, and I have no doubt she’s about to come when my phone rings in my pocket, making us both stop. I want nothing more than to ignore it, but with Rory at Camden and Layla’s, I can’t chance it’s her, and something’s wrong.
When I voice my thoughts, lifting Sadie off my lap—leaving us both unsatisfied—so I can grab my phone, she nods in agreement.
Sure enough, it’s Layla.
“Hey, is everything okay?” I ask, wincing when my words come out sounding all breathy like I was just in the middle of a hot as hell sex session.
“Hey,” she says slowly, clearly picking up on my vibe. “Sorry to bother you. Everything’s okay, but I think Marianna has an ear infection, so I need to take her to the pediatrician. Camden can watch her, but I just wanted to check with you guys first.”
“Nah, it’s all good,” I say, standing. “I’ll come get her right now.”
“You sure?”
I glance down at Sadie, who’s still without a shirt, looking up at me with a mixture of heat and concern. “Yeah.”
“What happened?” Sadie asks, her voice as out of breath as mine.
“Marianna has an ear infection, so Layla needs to take her to the doctor. Why don’t you stay here and start unpacking your boxes, and I’ll go pick up Rory and grab us some dinner?”
We talked about me announcing that I have a daughter, but I haven't posted anything yet in my attempt to take shit slow. I’ve been keeping our relationship a secret from the world, which means, aside from the picnic at the park, we’ve been spending our time behind closed doors in her hotel room.
Sadie’s entire body visibly stiffens, and I wonder what I said wrong until I replay my words in my head. She’s afraid of me picking up Rory… of driving with her. Of me being high and getting both of us killed. I want to be offended that after a year of me being clean and weeks of showing her that I wouldn’t risk Rory’s life, she would still think like that, but I can’t be because she told me she needs to take things slow, and I have to give it to her. After what she’s been through, I’m not sure she’ll ever fully trust me, but I’m going to work every day to earn it.
“Paul will drive us,” I add, texting Paul to pick me up.