Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 77039 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77039 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
This isn’t going to be one of those raw and feral sessions, though that’s kind of what I need.
When I stand naked before him, he just stares at me.
“You’re so damned beautiful, Ava. I’ll never tire of looking at you.”
I open my mouth to tell him I’m not beautiful. That Gina’s beautiful. That Diana and Brianna are beautiful. My mother is beautiful. But I’m not.
But the look in his eyes silences me.
And now, with him staring at me, his gaze raking over me with love and passion in those blue eyes, I feel beautiful.
I, Ava Steel, feel as beautiful as Aunt Jade. As Aunt Melanie. As Gina.
He trails a finger down my cheek, over the top of my breasts, and then he tweaks one nipple.
I let out a soft gasp as the sensation travels to my pussy.
I gaze at him—at his amazing big cock.
And I think…
No, I know…
I’m in love.
I’m in love with this man. I’m in love for the first time in my life.
I want to tell him, but I freeze. I can’t make my lips move.
He turns on the shower, and within a few seconds, steam fogs up the mirror. He takes my hand and leads me under the warm water.
He brushes his lips against mine, and then he lathers my hair for me and gently massages my scalp. Once I’m completely rinsed, I do the same for him. His long, gorgeous red hair tangles between my fingers, and I love the feel of it slick with shampoo.
After we’re both thoroughly cleansed, he leans down and kisses me gently and smoothly.
I open for him this time. Because this time, he’s not trying to keep me from talking about something.
This time, he’s cherishing me.
He’s—dare I think it?—loving me.
He may not be in love with me. I’ll have to live with that if it’s the case. But I am in love with him. In love with Brendan Murphy.
Because I can’t say the words, I say it in this kiss. I pour all of myself into this meeting of our lips—my heart, my body, my soul.
And I hope he feels what I’m telling him. What I’m telling him with this kiss.
He lifts me in his arms then and slides me down onto his cock.
I’m so slick and wet that I take all of him easily.
He’s so strong, and he grips my hips, moving me up and down as we continue to kiss.
So complete, so full am I. I love the sensation, and I wish for a moment that we could stay in the shower forever. That the hot water would never run out and our skin wouldn’t wrinkle up like prunes.
That we could just stay here—the water like the sun’s rays shining down on us and keeping us safe.
That’s what this lovemaking is. Safety. Comfort. I’m not pushing for an orgasm, so I’m completely swept away when it creeps up on me as a beautiful surprise.
I groan into his mouth as the climax shatters me, pulses through me, ending in my pussy and clamping me around Brendan’s big cock.
He returns my groan, and he moves forward until my back hits the tile wall.
His thrusts become more urgent. More urgent, urgent, urgent, until—
“Fuck, yeah,” he growls into my mouth.
As my orgasm subsides, I enjoy the feel of his, as he pulses inside my now sensitive core.
I love you, I say inside my head.
I love you so much, Brendan.
Chapter Six
Brendan
As expected, the bar is hopping from about four o’clock on. Ava’s an excellent bartending student, and within an hour, she’s making our most popular drinks without any guidance at all.
Working alongside her makes me happy. I warm all over.
By six o’clock, we’re both starving, so Ava goes up to my apartment to make us some burgers. She brings mine down with a smile on her face.
“I love that George Foreman grill,” she says.
“It’s a lifesaver for me.” I bite into my juicy burger.
The evening goes on, and it only gets busier.
At around eight, Ava’s sister, Gina, enters, along with the rest of the awesome foursome, Brianna Steel and Angie and Sage Simpson.
“Ava!” Gina shouts. “What are you doing behind the bar?”
Ava’s right about her sister. Gina Steel is gorgeous—Ryan Steel in female form, with a lean but curvy body, simmering amber eyes, and long black eyelashes. Her dark hair falls nearly to her waistline.
Ava smiles. “Hey, G. The usual?”
“You can make my usual?”
“I can make almost anything. I’ve taken the Brendan Murphy quickie bartender course this evening.”
Gina lets out a laugh. “Maybe I should take it. I’m always up for a quickie.”
Ava forces a look of amusement, though she’s clearly not amused, and I’d bet Gina knows it.
“What’s her usual, Ava?” I ask in an attempt to defuse the situation.
“You don’t know?” Gina bats her eyes at me.
Ava’s look of faux amusement dissipates at her sister’s obvious flirtation. Actually, I do know her usual. Gina, along with the rest of the awesome foursome, always orders a cosmopolitan.