Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 46733 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46733 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
I’m not sure about the last line. Not even close to being sure, but it’s better than being defeatist about it.
You’re right, he sends. We have to try. There’s a light at the end of this, knowing we both feel the same. We’re going to have a future together, Brooke. It will work out. It has to.
It has to, but plenty of things that have to happen sometimes don’t.
Mom was supposed to live until she was a kind old woman and a doting grandmother, but sometimes things don’t work out.
We can do this, I reply, praying my words are true, praying this doesn’t all end in tears.
For dad or for me.
CHAPTER 20
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I wake with the sun shining on my face, smiling as I sleepily reach over to wrap my arm around my woman.
I’m going to pull her close like I always do, and she’ll roll over, laying her cheek against my chest.
I’ll be able to feel her smiling against me.
Then my fingers will slide through her hair, and we’ll stay like that, not caring how much time passes.
The last moments of sleep leave me.
The dream fades away, even as I try to bring it back.
Opening my eyes, I sit up, staring around the empty room. The sun’s glaring through the open balcony windows, but Brooke isn’t here. We haven’t seen each other since sharing the truth.
It makes me want to claim her so much more, knowing there’s a purpose to it, knowing she wants to be with me for as long and with as much commitment as I want to be with her.
It’s roaring inside me, telling me I must take her this second.
She’s given me the go-ahead. My seed swells, making my balls tight, my cock solid as it pushes against my boxers. It’s a primal pressure flooding me, telling me I must fuck her hard and passionately until her virgin pussy starts pulsing for me.
Closing my eyes, I force myself to count to ten. It’s a tactic I often used in the early days of my business, centering myself…or trying to, but in this case, no amount of counting could ever push Brooke away from my mind.
Knowing I won’t get anywhere, I go into the bathroom, standing under the shower as warm water slides down my body and over my solid cock. I can’t stop thinking about her, the way her eyes widened as I slipped between her tits, and now with the added knowledge, the primal compulsion.
It’s forever. We’re forever.
Washing myself takes a lot of effort. Not the washing itself. The effort comes as I try to resist the urge to fantasize about my woman.
But I fail. I can’t help it.
It’s a poor imitation, stroking my hand up and down my length, but the fantasies are so much more vivid now I know how juicy my woman’s nipples are, how needy and ready her horny lips are, how hungry her young body is, all for me, only for me.
I imagine telling her about my need, my desire to fuck our offspring into her body. But instead of her leaving – and instead of me leaving – I charge across the room.
She gasps as I guide her naked body to the bed, pushing her onto the mattress, then climb atop her.
I’ve felt that tight pussy around my tongue. I don’t have to imagine how she’d grip my swollen end as I inched in, as I….
I moan as hot fire rushes up my shaft, making me think of her slit, squeezing me harder, more urgently, as if eagerly taking as much of my seed as I can give.
As soon as I’m done, a hollow feeling touches me.
It’s nothing but cleaning the pipes, as the saying goes. It’s nothing compared to the feeling of her sensual body, her gorgeous tits, her everything.
Morning, I text her once back in the bedroom. Are you ready to be good today?
There’s already a smirk on my face. It’s the sort nobody else could provoke. Just texting her makes the world seem like a more hopeful place.
Living with her, being with her every day, would be heaven.
If we can ever do that, only if Gil gives us his blessing.
If he doesn’t swing at me instead.
I’m ready to try, she replies, making my smirk widen. We have to for dad.
My lips twitch downward. It’s good that she’s reminded me of why we need to behave, but a cruel part of me wishes we didn’t. A cruel part of me wants to be able to believe we’re not doing anything wrong.
But we are.
What are you doing? she texts.
I just got out of the shower. I’m not sure what to do today. I know a few people are taking another boat tour. And there’s also rappelling. I might do that.
Mila and I are going to hang on the beach, she replies. Maybe it will be good…if we’re in different places.