Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 67398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
“Merry.” That was all the warning I got out before my come sprayed his chest and abs. Apparently, he dug that because he bucked underneath me and—
“I feel that.” Mid-orgasm, I let out an awe-filled gasp. I could feel him come in me, leaving part of himself behind, some sort of primal marking I’d never known I’d be into. However, from the way one more jet of come arced out of my cock, I loved having him in me, loved sharing this together.
“Oh damn.” Merry pulled me down for a lazy kiss.
“I could sleep like this. You still in me.”
“Okay.” He was agreeable as ever, holding me close. I doubted we’d really drift off this way, but it was nice to cuddle, feeling him soften rather than having to mess with the condom. “Nolan?”
“Yeah?” I yawned and cracked one eye open.
“I’m so glad you stayed.” He stroked my hair. “Thank you.”
“I don’t want thanks. I just want you, Merry. You’re all I’ve ever wanted.”
Eyes wide and emotional, he nodded, pulling me in for another kiss. This one felt like a promise, a promise that there would be many more kisses in our future.
Thirty-Two
Our annual spring music showcase is tonight! Please come even if your child is not performing. Mr. Bell and the choirs have been working particularly hard, and we also welcome our band and dance students. We have an evening filled with fun, surprises, and cookies.
MERRY
My boyfriend was back in sorcerer mode, standing on a table in the cafeteria, directing students into their respective groups, checking costumes, and soothing nerves.
“Places! Five-minute warning!” he called out, sounding calm and upbeat despite or maybe because of the chaos swirling around him. He cast a critical eye on a group of eighth grade boys struggling to pull their costumes on over their existing T-shirts. “Goodness, Liam, that shirt doesn’t fit.”
We were at that part of spring when the eighth graders suddenly looked like baby high schoolers, and everyone seemed to be having epic growth spurts. The twins were running up my grocery budget and exploding out of clothes, not unlike Liam.
“I’ll grab the next size up,” I offered, heading to the table in the back of the room where the various sizes of colorful T-shirts were laid out by class and size.
“Better grab two.” Nolan gestured at Liam’s friend, who also couldn’t make his shirt fit.
“Dad! Dad!” Ryder ran up, followed closely by Legend. “Tell Legend to stop shoving me. He’s messing up my hair.”
Ryder had recently discovered hair products thanks to Nolan, and the two of them had cluttered my small bathroom counter with an assortment of offerings. Ryder was rather proud of his new look, and naturally, brotherly rivalry had ensued.
“No wrestling.” I used a stern tone. It probably wouldn’t work, but it was worth a try.
“Is Nolan coming over after the show?” Legend asked.
“I think so. Is that okay?” Over the last few months, I’d worked hard to juggle one-on-one time with the boys with my growing relationship with Nolan, and I tried to be open to whatever the boys needed on a particular day. For the most part, though, they seemed to love having Nolan around.
“Yeah. Grandma brought pie. He better save me some.” Legend did a decent job mimicking my stern tone. My parents had driven down for tonight’s show, and rather than drive the hour or so back at night, my mom had found a bargain hotel room so we could all go to breakfast in the morning.
“The crowd is huge.” Frowning, Kaitlyn stood near the door to the courtyard, peering out at all the family and friends who had gathered. “I’m gonna be sick.”
Before I could offer reassurance, Nolan hopped down from the table and came to stand next to her.
“You are going to be amazing.” He pitched his voice low, and I moved closer to eavesdrop. “I know it’s scary doing your first big solo, but I’m here to tell you a secret: it won’t be your last.”
“It won’t?” Kaitlyn’s eyes went wide. She’d already earned a spot at the magnet fine arts high school, and I’d seen enough rehearsals to easily agree with Nolan. She had a set of pipes on her, and when she channeled her emotions into a song, it was nothing short of captivating. Further, throughout the difficult spring term, music seemed like the one thing that calmed her, and she’d been far less negative recently. “I’m not sure I want more solos.”
“Well, the solos want you.” Nolan offered a fond laugh. “You’re going places, and I can’t wait to see.”
Kaitlyn made a frustrated noise. “I wish you could come with us to high school.”
“No one wants me back in high school, and I only applied for the Anuenue opening.” The entire eighth grade seemed to share the sentiment of wanting to keep Nolan, but this wasn’t some sitcom, moving the teacher along with the aging-up characters. Besides, Nolan belonged at Anuenue.