Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 69775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
I lifted up so he could place his cock at my entrance. “You could’ve called me yours from the moment we first met.”
He growled and pushed up, filling me with his cock.
I was so wet that it was an easy slide.
“Jesus,” he said. “You’re wet.”
“Getting married to you was a turn-on.” I looped my arms around his neck, once again bringing our mouths close. “Plus, you were wearing that cowboy hat all night. It does things to me.”
Speaking of cowboy hat, it was on the floor behind him, knocked backward in our flurry of kisses earlier.
He winked and pulled away, giving me a show of strength when he bent down to one knee, picked up the hat, and replaced it onto the top of his head.
I moaned. “Boone.”
He stood up and walked backward to the single couch in the room and sat down in it.
When my knees had purchase, I started to undulate on him, making it extra bouncy so my tits gave him an added show.
“Fuck,” he groaned as he leaned his head back.
When his hat started to go, I pulled it off his head and lifted it to mine.
The picture under the brim of the hat caught my eye.
It was us, six years ago, at one of my soccer games.
At the time, I’d thought that he’d come with my sister. Now, I knew that he’d come alone and had found my sister there and sat with her. He’d intended to leave before he was seen, but Eddy wouldn’t let him.
Eddy had taken the photo of the two of us, and I’d been so deliriously happy to see him there that I’d smiled so wide my face hurt.
I placed the hat on my head and caught his gaze.
“Jesus Christ,” he said. “Wish I could have a picture of this moment to tuck underneath the brim, too.”
A thought occurred to me.
One that included boudoir shots of this hat and nothing else, maybe my big baby belly poking out from between my hair.
That hat covering any vital pieces.
He thrust upward and the hat covered my eyes.
He chuckled and kept the movement, and I reached up and caught the hat with one hand while fake lifting my other hand high. “I think I can last more than eight seconds.”
He groaned. “I can’t.”
He was wrong.
He lasted a full two minutes.
And he only lasted that long because he always wanted to drag at least two orgasms out of me.
Long minutes later, I rested my head against his chest, listening to the furious pace of his heart.
His large hand traveled up and down the length of my back, his calluses scraping against the sensitive skin.
“We should probably go back out there.”
He sighed. “I guess.”
I had made a mess of the front of his jeans.
He didn’t care. He only zipped his pants up after cleaning himself up and helped me into my leggings and sweatshirt.
We’d just made it outside again, him following directly behind me, when there was a loud pop.
Plaster dust sprayed next to our bodies, and before I could make sense of what had just happened, I was thrown onto the ground and covered with a muscular body.
Screams and yells, a commotion somewhere past the door, and then, “You can get up now. She’s detained.”
She?
Boone got me to my feet, but kept his body between mine and the door.
My brother-in-law had been the one to tell us we could get up, and he was standing next to us like a silent sentry.
Eddy was behind him as well, partially covered by a pillar as she looked beyond to where Black and Gentry had…
“Oh, shit,” I said as soon as I saw Felicia spitting mad.
Denver was standing just beyond them holding a silver gun with a silencer on it. His eyes were flaming mad, and he looked like he was ready to strangle Felicia with his bare hand.
The man I now called husband was vibrating with anger, too. I could feel the muscles in his back bunching and relaxing.
“What the fuck happened?” Boone snarled.
“I…” Felicia started.
“She waited for you by the entrance. She said she wanted to talk to you. Congratulate you. But the moment you came out of that room, she pulled a gun from beneath her coat, raised it, and aimed it at you,” Denver said. “Was too far away to react.”
Felicia shifted.
“Did you check her for other guns?” Creed asked, eyes narrowed.
“We did,” Black said. “You’re under arrest for attempted murder.”
Felicia started to shake. “I had to. I had to. I had to.”
“You had to what?” Black scoffed. “You didn’t have to do shit. You chose to.”
“She made me!”
Now we were getting somewhere.
“Who made you?”
“My kidnapper.”
Everyone froze.
“Your kidnapper?”
“Gail.” Felicia sniffled. “She stole me from my mother when I was an infant. I finally found my mother five years ago, and Gail has spent the last five years blackmailing the both of us to get us to stay in line.”