Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 142728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 714(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 142728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 714(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
Barefoot and bare-chested, he crosses the room, taking one of the glasses out of my hands. He brings it to his mouth and takes a deep swallow. He curls his other arm around me, pulling me closer, and shuts my bedroom door.
Ding!
I blink and stare at my phone, then the clock.
1:07 a.m.
What the hell? Sleepy and confused, I grab my phone and flick the screen on.
Serena: It’s go time!
“Oh my God!” I squeal.
Behind me, Dex stirs.
Me: Are you okay? Should I come to the hospital?
Serena: Hurts. Gray will text when it’s okay to visit.
Me: You’ve got this. Love you!
She sends back a row of heart emojis.
“Oh, wow.” I fall back against the pillow, smiling to myself. Serena’s going to be a mother.
Worry wraps itself around my happiness for my friend.
“Is Libby okay?” Dex asks in a sleepy rumble.
My chest squeezes. He’s half asleep but still worried about my sister. Not wanting to startle him awake, I lightly rest my hand on his arm. “It was Serena. She’s on her way to the hospital.”
“What?” He sits up, rubbing his eyes. “She okay?”
How does he do it? Worrying so much about everyone around him? Who worries about him?
I rub my hand over his back. “She’s about to push a tiny human out of her vagina, so no, I wouldn’t say she’s okay. She’s in labor.”
He glances over at me with what the fuck clearly written all over his sleepy face. “I didn’t need that image of my brother’s ol’ lady in my head.”
“Sorry.”
He reaches over and checks his phone. Curious, I peer over to see what he’s responding to.
Dex: Call me if you need anything.
He sets his phone down on the nightstand. “Group text came from Z.”
“Aw, the whole family got a middle-of-the night baby-on-the-way announcement?” For a club of big, rowdy bikers, that seems really sweet.
He huffs a laugh and reclines against the pillows. “Yeah.” Stretching one arm over to my side of the bed, he tilts his head. “Come here.”
I set my phone down and curl up next to him, dragging the covers up over us.
He lets out a contented, sleepy sigh and kisses the top of my head.
In his arms, with his warm, solid body between the world and me, this is the safest I’ve ever felt.
I’m scared to get used to it.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Dex
Numbness crawls up my arm, pulling me from sleep.
Emily. Snuggled up next to me. One of her legs entwined with mine and most of her upper body on my trapped arm.
The darkness of night still surrounds us. Careful not to wake her, I slide free.
She sighs and turns over. I roll to my side, curling myself around her and rest my hand on her hip, drifting back to sleep.
A few minutes—or hours—later, a different pain wakes me. My rock-hard dick nestled against Emily’s ass.
No, it’s not the erection that woke me. It’s Emily’s hips, slowly rocking in her sleep. The dreams running through her head must be filthy as fuck. She moans.
I better be the only other person in that dream.
She shifts again and I’m consumed with the need to touch her. I slide my hand to her hip, finding soft, bare skin. All she wore to bed was a skimpy tank top and now it’s tangled up around her waist.
I bury my face in the crook of her neck and taste the salt from her skin.
“Mmm,” she sighs, and grinds her ass against me again.
My skin burns in all the places we’re touching. Almost feels too tight for my body. I slide my hand along her hip to the crease of her thigh. Her skin’s so silky right here. I think this is my favorite spot.
Her legs shift again. I wedge my hand between her thighs and hiss as my fingers slip against her hot, wet skin.
She gasps, coming fully awake.
“Stay just like this.” I kiss her neck. “I’m going to stroke your clit.”
Her breath hitches and she parts her legs to give me room.
“Good girl,” I whisper, dragging my wet fingers to trace slow circles around her clit. “Keep your eyes closed.”
She whimpers and nods.
For a while, I take my time, just slowly stroking and touching, discovering where she likes my fingers the most. The way she shudders and stretches against me is its own reward.
She lifts one arm and hooks it around my neck, lifting her shirt to uncover more skin.
“That’s it.” I drag my thumb over her clit. “Feel good?”
“Y…yes,” she stutters and gasps, rolling her hips, rubbing herself against my fingers.
“Do you want my fingers in your pussy?”
“God, yes,” she whispers. “Please.”
“Show me how much you want them.”
She twists her lower body and places her hand over mine, dragging it down and pressing hard.
I catch her earlobe between my teeth. “You’re such a good girl,” I whisper in her ear.
She whimpers and nods.