Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 59471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 238(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 238(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
“He’s perfect Willow. So fucking perfect.”
I smile. “I know.”
“Come on, we should get back. I only have two days, and I plan to make the most of it.”
“I can’t bear it,” I say, shaking my head, “I can’t bear you going back.”
“I have to,” he mutters. “I don’t get a choice.”
“If something happens to you, I ...
“Nothing will happen,” he interrupts. “I will come back to you, and I will get us out of this mess.”
I nod.
We stand, and we’re both soaked and covered in grainy sand. We begin walking back to my house, my heart a little lighter, my head a little less hazy.
“Why Florida?” Jagger asks as we walk.
I shrug. “I wanted something different, a new start, I guess.”
“I get it.”
“It was just lucky your fight was in Florida this month. I’m sure it was meant to be.”
He nods. “I think so.”
When we arrive back at the house hand in hand, everyone seems to slump in relief. I guess with Jagger and I fighting the plan wouldn’t be very effective. Angel walks over and slaps Jagger on the back. I let go of his hand and walk into the kitchen where Jenny and Ava are feeding Cody. I smile and take the spoon, and Cody grins at me. I scoop a spoon full of the rice pudding and slide it into his mouth.
“How are you feeling?” Ava asks.
I smile. “As good as can be expected I guess, he has to go back but at least now I know I have a greater chance of getting him back.”
Jenny rubs my shoulder. “He looks pretty good, considering.”
I smile and stare over at Jagger who is grinning at Rusty. “Yeah, he does.”
Jagger looks up and meets my gaze, and his eyes soften. I smile and look back down at Cody.
“So ... you two look nice and ... wet.” Ava grins, wiggling her brows.
I give her my best glare, but she knows I don’t mean it. “We went for a swim.”
“Is that what it’s called nowadays?”
I grin at her just as Jagger walks into the kitchen.
“Hey there, buddy,” Jagger says, taking the spoon from me.
Cody grins at him, and I see Jagger’s face soften. It softens in a way I’ve never seen it soften. Cody will bring out something in him, something beautiful.
“He looks just like you,” Jenny smiles, leaning against the counter.
Jagger looks up at her, then to me. “You think?”
I raise my brows. “Are you blind?”
He chuckles and lifts Cody into his arms. “No, not blind.”
“He’s a beauty,” Ace says, walking into the kitchen.
“Yeah, congrats, man. He’s a great kid,” Angel adds, wrapping his arms around Ava.
I smile, and, for the first time in months, I feel like I might just have a chance to put my family back together.
WILLOW
Hot lips slide up my thighs, and a set of hard hands push my legs apart. Then I’m drowning in sensation as his tongue flickers over my clit, causing me to arch my back and fist the sheets. God, if I could wake up like this every day I would spend the rest of my life doing so. I flick my eyes open and realize it’s not day, in fact—the room is dark, and the house is quiet. That tongue flicks across my clit again, and I groan, deep and low.
Jagger tilts my hips to thrust his tongue deeper into my heat, and I explode, murmuring his name and thrashing beneath his hold. He hangs onto me until he’s licked every last shudder from me, and then he slowly slides up my body, licking my belly button, then up my stomach until he finds my hard nipples. He sucks and bites each one until I’m panting and begging for release once more. When his hot, hard body finally settles over mine, I take his face in my hands and kiss him.
He tastes like me and him, a beautiful combination of the most dangerous things. It’s an erotic taste and seems to do good things to him, because he starts to groan, and his hands fist into my hair as he deepens the kiss until we’re so tangled in each other I don’t know where he ends and I begin. We’re a mass of arms and legs, bodies and lips. He shifts his hips to widen my legs, and then he’s inside me, deep, full, and oh-so-fucking-perfect.
He releases my mouth and thrusts into me with slow, measured strokes. Then he flips us over in one quick movement until I’m straddling him. He takes my hips in his hands and slowly begins rotating them backward and forward. His groans spur me on, and I begin following the rhythm until he’s mumbling my name and whispering delicious curses.
“Talk to me,” I whisper. “Let me hear that dirty mouth I love so much.”
He groans then begins talking, and, oh god, it’s my undoing.