Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 97836 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 489(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97836 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 489(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
“Big problem.”
He pursed his lips. “I’ve seen bigger.”
I shoved his shoulder with a laugh. “Fuck off.”
“Maybe I can make it grow,” he teased before leaning down to run the tip of his tongue way too lightly across the head. I grabbed the hair on his head and yanked.
“You’re worse at blowjobs than I am,” I grumbled.
“Not possible.”
Laughing hurt my side, but it also made me feel almost high with giddiness. He was so fucking fun to be around. Our teasing banter reminded me of the night we met, of the reason I must have been attracted enough to him to marry a complete and very male stranger. For someone so serious and controlling and hardworking, he was also fun and joyful when he wanted to be. I wondered how many people ever got to see this side of him.
As he propped himself over me, the muscles in his shoulders and biceps bunched, moving under the tattooed skin. The chemical symbols reminded me of his kind heart, another aspect of Silas Concannon many people might never get a chance to understand.
“Make me come,” I said, trying to distract myself from all the things I loved about him, all the reasons I didn’t want him to leave. According to the calendar, we only had six weeks left together before the exhibition, and after that, he’d be free to return to his life in the city.
Silas met my eyes before taking the head of my cock fully into his mouth and wrapping his warm, wet tongue around it. I tilted my head back and let out a groan of pleasure. “Fuck, don’t stop.”
He doubled down on his effort until I was on the knife’s edge of release. Every muscle in my body clenched in anticipation of my orgasm, and words of appreciation and encouragement babbled out of my mouth without the courtesy of stopping by my brain for approval first.
When I saw Silas reach down to stroke his own cock, strong fingers finding just the right pressure and rhythm against the darker skin of his erection, I lost it. “Nnghhh.”
My hand palmed the back of his head as my orgasm hit, and I wondered if it was possible for something this unexpected and unplanned to feel so incredibly, life-changingly right.
Silas’s hot spunk hit my leg as he growled out his own release, but I was too floaty to do anything but lie there and let him worry about the cleanup. He cared for me with tender touches and a hot washcloth before murmuring instructions for me to fall back to sleep.
For once, I obeyed my husband.
It took three days before I could do much more than hobble my way into town and sit obediently at my desk while doing work on the AdventureSmash exhibition. I didn’t know what I would have done without Silas. He and Devon helped cover my ranch chores, and he made sure I took breaks for meals.
Every time Silas showed up at the office, Bernice fell more and more in love with him.
“Did you know Silas has a Hoyt Satori?”
I glanced up at her as she leaned against the doorframe between her desk and my office and stared dreamily into space. “I don’t know what that means,” I admitted. “Is it a motorcycle?”
She let out a disappointed exhale. “It’s a fancy bow. Archery bow, I mean. A recurve.” She flicked her hand at me. “You wouldn’t understand. But that bow probably cost as much as my mortgage payment. Lake McNair could special order one, but it’s too expensive for him to keep in stock at the shop.”
“You do archery?” I asked in surprise.
“Well… not me, per se… but I got into a bowhunting sub-forum after Missy Bauer told me that’s how she met Lee.”
I blinked at her. “You joined a bowhunting chat to meet guys?”
She shrugged. “It was better than the bowling league. Never try to meet people in a situation where you have to witness their stinky feet too soon. And then there was the online gambling site. Too many losers and deadbeats. Learned that the hard way, too, even though I should have seen it coming a mile away.”
I would probably regret asking this, but… “Have you met anyone good from the bowhunting group?”
“Oh heavens no. In fact, Missy and Lee broke up a few weeks ago, and now she’s trying to get me to try a roller derby club up in Billings. Says it’s a great way to meet ladies and that ladies are way less trouble than men.”
My head swam. “And you’re… thinking of…” I wasn’t sure I wanted to finish my question. This was already more information than I’d ever wanted to know about my grade school bus driver slash current assistant.
She flicked her hand again. “It’s not sexual, Mayor Fletcher. At my age, I’m much more concerned with companionship and good conversation. I can handle my more… intimate needs… myself, thank you very much.”