Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 37824 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37824 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
I know the sisters are excited to see each other, but I have a feeling Winter is going to want to take Libby back home with her. I have noticed with their conversations and stories that Libby tells me that Winter might be her sister, but she takes on a mama bear role with her too.
“Ace,” Libby mutters in her sleep, burying her face in my neck.
I close my eyes, ignoring my dick. I want to soak this in. She always smells so damn good. That sweetness she has covers her inside and out.
How the fuck am I going to handle her leaving? I can’t demand she stay. As much as I would want to, I know that’s not right for her. Libby has been told what to do her whole life. I don’t want her to think I’m like those men at Heaven’s Temple. It would kill me if she thought of me in that light. Plus, I think we’re making progress on her leg. With the stretches and rubdowns I've been giving her, it's becoming less noticeable. She also mentioned that the pain is not as intense as it used to be.
There is no way Winter can rub her deep tissue if her hands are as tiny as Libby’s. There's absolutely no way I would even consider allowing my brother to do it. I’d break all his fingers, which would upset Winter, and that would upset Libby.
Libby's body gives a small shake, a giggle bubbling out from her. "Why are you growling?"
"I wasn’t." Was I? I do a lot of things I’ve never done before since she came into my life. Her being in this bed sleeping next to me is on top of that list. So I wouldn’t be surprised if I had been. I do have barbaric thoughts when it comes to her. I have thought many of them to be animalistic. Yeah, I’m going fucking crazy, but I don’t care.
"You were." I can hear the smile in her voice. "Why?" Libby asks again.
"You get enough sleep?"
"Hey." She slides over me, sitting up and straddling me. Her hands come down on my chest. I don't think she has a fucking clue how sexual this position is, but she is up high enough on my stomach that her ass doesn't rub against my dick. "Don't do the thing where you ask a question to not answer mine." Her bottom lip puffs out. I want to sit up and suck on it.
I bring my hands to the top of her thighs, resting them there. Again, no reaction from her.
"I do that?" I give her a playful smirk. Yeah, I do. I don’t want to lie to her, and there are some things I don’t think she is ready to hear. Like how I want to bury my cock inside of her and bond her to me for life. How I want to see her belly round with our child. And many, many other thoughts that I need to keep to myself.
“Come on.” She rocks on top of me. This girl has the potential to ruin me. Hell, I already am. All I'll ever want is her. The need for her only intensifies with each passing day. I slide my hands up her soft thighs farther. “You can tell me things. I tell you lots of things.”
That she does. I notice my girl has two modes. Either really quiet or talking nonstop. I enjoy them both. I could listen to her talk all day, but I also like that we can fall into a comfortable silence together.
“I’m not sure you’re ready for that.” When I let my fingers brush the inside of her thighs, Libby sucks in a deep breath.
“Sure I am.” Her tongue comes out, wetting her bottom lip. “I’m considered an adult, right?” If I didn’t know better, I'd think she was trying to kill me. She’s pushing my self-control to its boundaries. The crazy part is, she doesn’t even know it.
“Yes,” I grunt. Her skin is velvety under my touch. As soft as rose petals.
“So then, tell me.” Her eyes drift downwards. I want them back on me. “I don’t like not knowing stuff.” Well, shit.
“I’m a man, Libby.”
“Trust me.” A small laugh leaves her pouty lips. I had never paid attention to a woman's mouth before. Hers I’ve memorized. I have used those memories trying to burn the lust I have for her off in the shower so that I don’t cross a line Libby isn’t ready for yet. “I am aware you are very mannish.”
“Mannish?”
“More than I have ever seen before.” Her fingers dance across my bare chest. “I mean, like, your size, not just ah—”
“Nakedness,” I fill in for her. Libby nods her head. “Even that made you blush, babe. That’s why I don’t think you are ready to know why I’m not telling you certain things.”