Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 148220 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 741(@200wpm)___ 593(@250wpm)___ 494(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 148220 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 741(@200wpm)___ 593(@250wpm)___ 494(@300wpm)
I am okay. I am. I just…really wish he was here. And I was hoping that we would hear something about him coming back for the wedding. Anna’s his sister and Gunner’s his best friend. If he could come, he would. Even if only for a day. So I’m guessing he can’t. But I’ll do everything I can to share their wedding with him, so that Stone feels like he was here, too.
Flipping the camera so my face is onscreen, I start recording. “So everything is pretty much ready to go at Jenny’s house. I spent most of the day there and we finished up the decorations, so now there’s only…” The loud rumble of a Harley-Davidson engine slows me down for a moment. “That must be Hashtag coming in. I’ll wait for a second, because it’s just going to get loud again when Beaver and Picasso take off. In the meantime, look at Daisy sleeping over there. She’s so cute. Oh, whoops, she sees the phone and— It’s not your Daddy on here, girl! Sorry!”
Because the dog is up and barking and dancing wildly, racing across the kitchen and spinning back toward me. Laughing, I record that for him, instead. “Aw, she gets so excited whenever she thinks she’s going to see you. I’ll play Daddy’s video again in a minute, girl.” I hear Beaver and Picasso finally leaving. “Okay. Now we just have to wait for her to calm down. Daisy, give me just a minute! Go say hi to Hashtag because I just heard him come in and…and…”
It’s not Hashtag.
The phone clatters to the table and I stand with my hands covering my mouth and sudden tears swimming in my eyes, staring at the big man coming into the kitchen.
Stone. With his hair a little shorter and his face a little harder, but everything about him still bursting with vitality. Bursting with life. The sight of him fills up every dark and aching place inside me with light, and with a joy that overflows into the tears that are streaming down my cheeks. Daisy launches herself at his legs and Stone crouches to pet her, scratching her ears and kissing her and saying she’s a good girl—but all the while his eyes are on me.
“There’s a good girl,” he says gruffly as she dances and wags. “You’ve been so good and I’ve missed you so much. But let me go say hi to Mommy now.”
He doesn’t say hi. The way his throat’s working, I’m guessing he’s got a lump in there to match the one in mine. Instead he cups my face in his big hands, and his touch is enough to break me, to put me back together again. A laugh and a sob burst out of me at the same time, then his mouth is on mine. His kiss is long and slow and deep, like the kiss when he married me, then so hungry. Need tears through me with each lick of his tongue past my lips. My fingers fly to his belt and he doesn’t stop kissing me as his strong hands grip my ass and lift me up onto the counter, doesn’t stop kissing me as his fingers find me so hot and ready. His groan into my mouth roughens when I eagerly guide his stiffened cock to my entrance, and I cry out when he surges deep. So deep. And it’s been so long.
For a long minute he doesn’t move, just kisses me slow and sweet while my body remembers how to take his massive length, with his arm wrapped around my back and holding me so tight against him.
As if he’ll never let me go. As if he remembers how I love that, too.
Slowly he begins to thrust, and pleasure sparks bright with every long slide of his cock, with every breathless kiss. With my legs cinched around his hips, I urge him harder, faster, then the sparks burn brighter and brighter until I’m gasping, crying into his mouth while my inner muscles clamp down on the thickness inside me. He groans and plunges deep, and I can’t remember him ever coming so fast, either. So I’m laughing against his lips even as I feel the hot pulse of his cum within me, then he’s kissing me and kissing me, before finally drawing back the barest distance.
His gaze caresses my face. “I know you’re worried that I don’t feel the same way that I did when I married you. And what I feel for you has changed, Maxine,” he says thickly. “Because I love you more than ever.”
I give a watery laugh, that joy filling up my eyes with tears again. “You just want me to chain you to our bed.”
“That, too,” he says and hauls me off the counter with my legs still wrapped around his hips and his cock buried deep inside me. “Now steer me to our room. I’ve got ten months of loving you to catch up on.”