Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 38075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 190(@200wpm)___ 152(@250wpm)___ 127(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 190(@200wpm)___ 152(@250wpm)___ 127(@300wpm)
“Fuck.” Her hand moves to the back of my head, holding me there as I wrap my lips around her nipple, sucking it into my mouth and feeling her tight muscles flutter around my length. It’s enough to make me stutter in momentum. I move until I’ve got one hand wrapped around her long hair and the other one is gripping her thigh. My mouth goes from one nipple to the other, sucking and biting, and when I feel Sienna start tipping over the edge, I do what I haven’t done in fucking years: I pull away. My mouth seeks her neck, and I suck on her skin, hopefully leaving a mark all while she’s coming around me.
“Trey, oh god, Trey,” she chants. I double down fucking her through her orgasm while reaching mine. Even when she’s completely drained from getting hers, I keep my hold on her, wrapping my body around hers and fucking my come inside of her cunt.
“Hold me. Want my come to stay where I put it.” I press in one last time, staying still and hoping like hell she’ll soon be pregnant with our child.
TWENTY
SIENNA
“Trey.” We’re on the back porch the next morning after I spilled the beans on Two Chicks. He went off to do morning chores, I crawled out of bed, took a shower, made coffee and breakfast before wandering out to watch the sun finish rising. Trey joined me, and when he realized the only thing I had on beneath my robe was bare skin, one thing led to another, and he has me where we are now, bent over and holding on to the railing. If I’m not pregnant already, it would be a complete and total shock. I’m white knuckled, gasping for breath, and he’s powering through his orgasm. I have already had mine, twice now. Once with his fingers and this last time with his cock.
“Fuck, it’s never enough,” Trey says after planting his seed inside me. His forehead meets my back, and he takes a deep calming breath.
A movement out of the corner of my eye has me taking one hand off the railing, fisting the lapels closed, and standing straight up. “Trey,” I hiss. He must not sense it or see it because he nuzzles into my neck without a care in the world.
“What?” he says after I rear my elbow back and jab him.
“Jesus fucking Christ!” Realization hits Trey when my brother speaks. His hands move to the front of my body, holding my hands with his, as if he’s worried about my brother seeing me. Obviously, I’d never want that either. “Listen, I wanted you to finally get your shit together, but I did not want to witness this. My fucking eyes,” Amos continues before he finally turns around. Meanwhile, my jaw is dropped open. I feel Trey let go and hear him fixing himself, the hiss of a zipper and ripping of his shirt then he’s in front of me. His hands cup my cheeks, silently asking if I’m alright. Besides embarrassment, I’m fine. Sure, I'm probably as red as a tomato, but that’s to be expected.
“We’re good, Amos.” Trey takes charge yet again, going to my side, arm wrapped around my waist, fingers holding me with a firmness at my waist.
“I should have known not to come around this way. You want to tell me about the new addition that greeted me?” Amos doesn’t ask about the compromising position he found us in. Could he have known all those years ago?
“Champ is mine, and you’ll be nice to him, or else.” I raise my hand to my throat, pointer finger out, and make the sign of ending him. My brother isn’t fazed. The asshole laughs.
“Figures.” He takes his cowboy hat off, uses his forearm to wipe the sweat off his brow, and settles it back on his head.
“Amos,” Trey starts. Amos stops him by interrupting. My brother, what a rude jerk he can be.
“Not pissed. You think I didn’t know there was something going on between you two? Shit, Trey, glad you let her do her thing, spread her wings, but I knew. I wouldn’t have stepped in unless she stayed. You did right by her.” He nods at Trey. “I can’t be pissed about that. I’m fucking thankful for him, glad you got a good man, and he’ll take care of you. That’s all I could ever fucking ask for. Though, you are an old-ass geezer compared to her.”
“And you’re not old yourself, Amos Ellison?” I interject.
“That I am. Still, he’s how many years older than you, Sienna? He’ll need a walker or cane at the very least.” Okay, clearly, someone switched bodies. Usually, Trey is the jokester, not Amos. There are nearly thirteen years between Trey and me. He never even so much as looked at me as a woman until I was eighteen. Even then, I had to chase him around the woods, wear a bathing suit, and somehow catch his attention.