Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 92782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
“Between me and you, I’m pretty messy,” she said, licking her bottom lip.
My eyes zeroed in on those lips, and I wondered how good that mouth was at taking a cock. Having mine buried in it while she looked up at me with those eyes was suddenly all I could think about.
She lowered her hand, and I tore my eyes off her lips to see her slip it between her legs. My mouth fell slightly open as she then lifted it for me to see the mix of our release coating them.
“See? This is gonna make a wet spot on my shorts.”
I swallowed hard as my dick began to come back to life. “Wear a sundress then,” I told her. “That way, you can open your legs and let me play on the drive home.”
She sucked in a breath, causing her boobs to bounce, then took those coated fingers and slipped them between her lips.
Mother of God.
25
Liberty
Slowly opening my eyes, I was disoriented for a moment, then remembered I was in Liam’s car. It was dark out, and we were stopped.
Liam turned off the ignition. “We’re here,” he said, his voice slightly husky.
I’d slept the entire ride? I hadn’t meant to go to sleep, but when I had sat down, I couldn’t hold my eyes open.
“Wait there,” he told me. “I need to go turn on the lights.”
I nodded, trying to make out the house in front of us. There was a porch. It looked almost like it might wrap around. A large oak tree was to the far right, and I could tell there was a second story.
The exterior lights came on, and I sucked in a breath. Liam had a farmhouse, complete with a porch swing. I hadn’t expected this. It was a cream color with white trim. The front door opened, and a Great Dane, who I knew must be Ozzy, came barreling down the stairs. I opened my door just as he went to the tree to relieve himself.
“I believe I told you about him,” Liam said, walking toward me.
“He’s gorgeous,” I replied as Ozzy finished and started toward me, his eyes on me.
I didn’t need to bend down to greet him. He was almost at my waist.
“Hello, Ozzy,” I said as he sniffed between my legs.
My eyes shot up to Liam, who was smirking. Ozzy stilled, and he rubbed his nose against my stomach. Could he tell I was pregnant?
“Ozzy, this is Liberty. She’s going to be a guest for a while,” Liam told him, then walked over to the trunk to get my things.
The dog studied me, and then his nose went back to my crotch.
I laughed, backing up. “Let’s not do that,” I told him.
“Yes, Oz. I fucked her. You got a sniff. Now, stop,” he said as he pulled out a suitcase.
My panties felt more sticky than anything now. I felt my body flush, however, hearing Liam talk about what we’d done. I wished I hadn’t gone to sleep. The thought of him touching me on the drive here had been exciting. Leave it to my pregnant body to decide I needed rest.
“You slept through the security gate, but the house has an electric gate around the property, and it requires a password to get in. The password changes every week. When you are inside here, you’re safe. Plus, Ozzy hears everything. Come on,” Liam said as he carried my suitcases toward the house.
I followed behind him, and Ozzy stayed at my side.
There was a large dog bed on the front porch, and a swing sat to the right. From here, I was pretty sure the porch wrapped around the house. Liam walked inside and flipped on the interior light. The entryway had a hardwood floor and exposed wooden beams on the ceiling, and the walls were a warm blue. Ozzy’s paws clicked on the wooden floor as he came inside and moved to my side again. I ran my hand over his head.
“Stairs are this way. Only bedroom on this floor is mine. The others are upstairs,” he told me as he went toward the stairs.
We wouldn’t be sleeping in the same bed, it seemed. I tried not to feel disappointment. Not once had he acted as if that was what he wanted to do. I’d kind of assumed he wouldn’t put me in his room, but I’d enjoyed being surrounded by his things at the clubhouse.
He turned left when we reached the top of the stairs and then made another left turn into a bedroom. It was big with a queen-size bed, dresser, chair and ottoman in the corner, and a floor lamp beside it. The door to the left was open, and I could see a bathroom through there.
“This is the guest room. There are three other rooms. One belongs to my grandsons, one is a home office, and the other simply has a bed. I just keep the door shut,” he said, setting my suitcases down. “That door is the closet. There should be plenty of hangers for your things. If not, let me know. I have more. The bathroom is there, and it’s stocked with whatever you need.”