Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 75775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
She squeezes my thighs and goes back to bobbing her head. Fuck me, has it ever felt this good? Not that I can remember.
“Baby, you need to pull back.” I try to warn her, but instead, she takes me deeper, tugging the backs of my thighs into her, as if she’s afraid I’ll move away.
My cock twitches.
She moans.
I fall over the edge, spilling every ounce of my desire down her throat. She swallows every single drop before removing my cock from her mouth. She stands and smiles smugly.
“You.” I crush her into my chest in a tight hug. I can’t form words. My brain isn’t firing on all cylinders. All I can do is hold on to this beautiful, sexy-as-hell woman who is turning my world upside down.
The water starts to run cold, which means I have to let her go. Reaching around her, I turn off the spray and then step out. I gather a towel and wrap it around her, handing her another for her hair, before taking one for myself.
We’re silent as we dry off and step out of the bathroom into my room. I don’t bother with a T-shirt, because I need her naked. I’ve come to crave holding her at night with nothing between us. First, I plan to devour her pussy like the starving man that I am. She upped the ante, and I’m calling her on it.
She slides under the covers, and I do the same. I move between her thighs, and she stops me by tugging on my hair. “Not tonight.” Her voice is calm, and I don’t see an ounce of hesitance for what she knows I was about to do. “I don’t want what we did in there to be about anything but the moment. I want you to do that.” She nods to where I’m nestled between her naked thighs. “Just not tonight.”
“So, you’re telling me that you want me to have you for breakfast?”
She laughs. “If that’s what you want.”
“I want it now.” My voice is gravelly.
“Just hold me, Mer. Please?”
Fuck me. How do I say no to that? I kiss the inside of each thigh, and then move up her body. I wrap the covers around us and pull her tightly into my chest. “You’re incredible, Courtney.”
“Thank you for this. I know it’s not how you wanted the night to end, but I like knowing that I got to do something for you. I don’t want this to be tit for tat.”
“It’s going to be. You should come first. Always. No matter who you’re with.” The last words are more a growl, because fuck any man who happens to be able to be with her like this.
“Fine.” She chuckles. “Next time.”
“Next time,” I agree, knowing damn good and well she’s my breakfast.
CHAPTER
FIFTEEN
Courtney
I’m dabbing tears from my eyes as I watch my sister turn this way, then that in her wedding dress. She’s getting married in five short weeks, and her dress is finally finished. She’s been very laid-back about all things wedding planning, but her dress, that’s the one exception. She had it designed, and I have to admit, it’s perfect for her and fits like a glove.
“Oh, honey, you’re beautiful,” Mom tells her, wiping at her eyes as well. She and I are both smiling and crying, while my sister... she’s radiant, her smile lighting up the entire room. There are no tears on her face. She’s confident this is the next step for her future, and I’m so damn happy for her.
“Chloe, you’re glowing. Rodney isn’t going to be able to take his eyes off you. Hell, he isn’t going to be able to breathe when he sees you,” I tell her. It’s the truth. Rodney loves my sister fiercely, and although I’ve never been in love, I can imagine seeing your bride or groom on your wedding day is a pretty emotional event. That’s the first day of the rest of your forever as husband and wife. It’s a big deal.
“Yeah?” Chloe’s eyes light up.
I nod. “Definitely.”
“You’re next,” she says, happiness shining from every piece of her.
“One day.” The weight of my fake relationship that’s not so fake—at least the way he makes me feel isn’t fake—sits heavily on my shoulders. I hate that I’m lying to them, but I could never regret this time with Merrick. Never. My time with him will forever be a part of my story.
“How are things going with Merrick?” my mom asks. “The two of you have been seeing each other for a while now. Are things getting serious?” she questions. She’s been quiet about Merrick and me since the night we all had dinner together. She thinks her oldest daughter is in a loving, happy relationship, and she’s only partially right. He’s loving, and I’m happy, and I know Merrick is, too, but we both also know there is an expiration date on all of this.