Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 83771 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83771 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
“I can’t believe it’s finally happening,” McKenna says as she leans into my embrace.
“Oh, it’s happening,” Colby assures her, making us all laugh.
“We’ll see you later,” I say, guiding my girl out of the bar. “You hungry?” I ask as I open the door of the truck.
“No, we snacked on pretzel bites and nachos.”
“Home then?” I ask once she’s settled.
“Yeah.” She turns her head to look at me. “Take me home, cowboy.” Leaning in close, I press my lips to hers. There’s nothing in this world like the feeling of kissing McKenna.
“Anything you want, lawyer girl.” I tickle her side before quickly pulling away and shutting her door. Rushing around to my side of the truck, I’m quick to start the engine and pull out of the lot. The ride is silent, but not uncomfortably so. It’s just the two of us being together, that feeling of being with the right person at any given moment. She’s that person for me, no matter where we are.
She’s my McKenna.
Not fifteen minutes after we’re home, we’re lying in my bed, snuggled under the covers, making out like teenagers. My cock is hard, as always, when I’m anywhere near her. However, I’ve not pushed us to take this further. I know we already had sex, and bits of pieces of that night come back to me at random times, but I still can’t remember everything.
I know I’ve come on strong, and I’m making this her choice. I’m not just with her to get my dick wet, don’t misunderstand. I want that very much, but having McKenna know that I’m with her for more than sex is important. Especially for how fast we’ve progressed since she’s been home. In just a month, I’m calling her mine, she’s calling me hers, and she’s in my bed in my arms every night. That’s a win for me.
“Where are you going?” I ask when she pulls away from me. I reach for her, snagging the hem of my shirt, trying to pull her back to me, making her giggle.
“B-Bathroom,” she stutters with laughter.
“Fine,” I sigh dramatically. “I’ll miss you.”
“You’re crazy,” she says, pulling away and climbing out of bed. In the darkness of my bedroom, she makes her way to the bathroom. When the door clicks closed, the light comes on.
Lying back on the pillow, I can’t help but smile. I’ve been doing that a lot lately. Not that I was unhappy before McKenna came home, but I am definitely happier with her here. Not just here in my house and in my bed, but back home in Texas.
I see the light click off, so I pull the covers back to welcome her back to bed. She climbs back in, and I pull the covers up over us before reaching for her. Expecting to find my T-shirt, I’m surprised when it is silky smooth skin that my fingertips slide over. “Kenna?”
“I think you’re wearing too many clothes, cowboy.”
“Fuck,” I mutter as I slide my boxer briefs over my hips, using my feet to pull them down my legs and kick them off somewhere under the covers. “Come here, baby,” I say, my voice husky with need.
She moves in close, her hands resting on my abs. “There are eight of them. You’re aware of that, right?” she asks playfully.
“I’m aware.”
“Small memories of our night together are coming back to me.”
“Me too.”
“I remember us helping one another strip, and I remember you hugging me, your naked body pressed against mine. I remember lots of touching and kissing, but nothing else.”
“I remember all of that, and I remember staring down at you. Your hair was spread out on the pillow, and you were beautiful.” I run my lips over her neck as we let the details of our first night together, the ones we’re slowly piecing together, settle in our minds. My lips travel to her naked breasts, and I pull one tight bud into my mouth.
“Rip,” she breathes.“Show me.”
“Show you what, baby?”
“Show me what we can’t remember. I want to remember. I want to know what it’s like to have you inside me.”
Her words are like fire coursing through my veins—hot, scorching flames of desire for her. “You sure about this?”
“Do you want me?”
“More than my next breath.”
“Then show me.”
“My fucking pleasure,” I growl.
In one swift move, I’m resting on the bed between her spread thighs. The blanket pools around my waist, which causes her to shiver with nothing to protect her naked skin from the cold air of the air-conditioned room. “Sorry, baby.” Reaching for the cover, I pull it over my head and over her body. Sure, I’d rather see her, all of her for this, but we have a lifetime for that.
Her hands under the covers find their way to my hair. I wiggle my shoulders between her legs, bringing my face close to her pussy. I can smell her arousal, and my dick is so hard I’m surprised there’s not a hole in the mattress. Moving her legs over my shoulders and holding her open with my hands, my tongue caresses her clit. Just a few soft strokes to give us both our first taste.