Total pages in book: 157
Estimated words: 161899 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 809(@200wpm)___ 648(@250wpm)___ 540(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 161899 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 809(@200wpm)___ 648(@250wpm)___ 540(@300wpm)
She sounded conflicted about this.
Understandably happy, and sad.
So on that, he rolled her so he was pressing down her side and said, “Yeah, baby. That’s good. It’s healthy. And anyway, you get to be the end all, be all for me.”
A look so beautiful washed over her face, it was breathtaking, and she asked, “I’m your end all, be all?”
“Like you didn’t know that,” he grunted.
“You’re not my end all, be all, Auggie,” she whispered.
His gut twisted.
Okay.
Everything she did, and said, told him this was as deep and meaningful for her as it was for him.
Had he not read her right?
“Because I have my baby girl,” she went on. “And maybe, one day we’ll make babies. But that doesn’t mean I haven’t fallen ridiculously head-over-heels in love with you.”
Aug didn’t move.
He’d read her right.
But fucking hell.
He had no idea how good it would feel for her to say it out loud.
He also had no idea how long his inability to move lasted, until Pepper called his name uncertainly.
“Auggie?”
“We’ll have Juno,” he pushed out. “And we’ll have kids,” he informed her, and another expression of sheer beauty washed through her face. “But you gotta know, Pepper, you will always be my end all, be all.”
Her eyes filled with tears.
Auggie kissed her.
And he was pissed as fuck when his hands encountered the leggings she had on, which were hard to take off.
She came to him to talk, and to get herself some.
What had she been thinking?
He bested that while she took off her long-sleeved dance tee and sports bra.
Totally nude, his woman went after his pajama bottoms.
And once they were both naked, they went after each other.
He let her have some time. She liked the feel of his dick in her hand, the taste of it in her mouth, and for obvious reasons, he liked to give those to her.
But inevitably there was that time when she had to be all about letting him.
Letting him kiss her.
Letting him touch her.
Letting him position her with her cheek to the bed, on her knees, while he whispered shit in her ear that made her pant and played with her pussy, which made her whimper.
Letting him roll her to her back so he could suck on her tits until she was squirming and eat her cunt until she was begging him to let her come.
And then she let him cover her as he slipped inside her. The heaven of her tight, hot pussy clamping around him as she wrapped him up with her arms and legs and looked into his eyes. Watching him watching her as his strokes became thrusts, his thrusts became drives, and then he grabbed hold of the back of one of her knees and cocked it high and drilled her.
He did this until her lips parted, her head pushed back into the pillows, and her pussy milked his cock when she came.
And suddenly, that was all there was in his world because he was shooting inside her.
Their aftermath was as slow and soft as the sex was fast and hot.
She took her time with her hands and her lips and her words whispered in his ear, and he did the same.
This time, though, it was Pepper who rolled him to his back and swept his throat, his collarbone, down his chest to his upper abs with her lips before she pulled the covers up to his waist and put her face in his.
She did this because he was about to pass out.
He lifted his hands to gather the curtain of her soft hair away from their faces.
“Sleep, baby. I gotta go,” she murmured.
“The leggings were just plain mean,” he mumbled.
She grinned at him and touched her mouth to his and he stayed conscious long enough to watch her grab her clothes and head to the bathroom.
But then Aug rolled to his stomach and he was dead to the world.
In ten minutes, he heard his phone go and he was back in it again.
The shower was off, and he could feel the house was empty. Pepper had an energy. Juno did too. The buzz was low, and it was gentle, but it was there when they were.
It was gone now.
He reached for his phone on the nightstand and saw the time.
It hadn’t been ten minutes.
It’d been two hours.
And the caller was Cisco.
Fuck.
He didn’t want to talk to him, he wanted to sleep.
But even though Cisco had gotten his phone back from Juno on Thanksgiving, she still knew his number. And Juno had been with her dad for less than twenty-four hours. She might have talked things out with Corbin, but what she told her dad, or her mom, might be different than what she shared with Cisco.
So this could be about Juno.
This was why he took the call.
“What’s up, man?” he answered.
“Your woman and Charlotte Morrison have been kidnapped by Pepper’s brother and an associate pastor of that fucking church,” he growled.