Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 32454 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 162(@200wpm)___ 130(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32454 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 162(@200wpm)___ 130(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
“I never met your mom.”
“She’d have loved you.”
“She would?”
He nodded. “Yeah, you both have similar interests. Mom loved to bake and cook. She loved keeping house. Dad always wanted to hire a chef so he could have more time with her, but Mom insisted on taking care of the ranch and feeding the ranch hands. She was good like that.”
“Wow, I had no idea. She sounds amazing.”
“She was.” He had lost his mother many years ago to cancer. It had broken his father’s heart, but his dad hadn’t given up. He never remarried, nor did he take any lovers. His heart and soul were for his wife.
Arriving at the ranch, he parked his truck and made his way around to help her out of the truck. He couldn’t resist grabbing her ass and pulling her in close.
“You did that on purpose,” she said.
He took possession of her lips. “I know.” And he went in for a second kiss.
Chapter Six
After dinner, Peyton said good night to Shae and made her way upstairs. Something was different tonight.
He seemed to be acting weird, and she didn’t quite know why. Stepping into his bedroom, she went straight to the bathroom and began to strip out of her clothes. She picked up her toothbrush and quickly brushed her teeth, all the while thinking about Shae.
The last few weeks had been a whirlwind, and tonight, rather than stay quiet in the truck, she had decided to finally cave to her curiosity and just talk to him. Sure, it had been mundane, but learning what weather season he liked seemed important to her. It was probably silly, but she found herself wanting to get to know him.
The only way to do that was to ask questions. He loved Christmas and learning what he liked, she was going to see if she could find his mother’s recipe for the cookie she made during that time. Not that she could guarantee she would still be here for Christmas.
After her teeth, she turned the shower on and tested the water to see if it was warm. The moment it warmed up, she stepped beneath the nozzle. Closing her eyes, she tilted her head back and allowed the water to flow right over her, warming her up.
She heard Shae enter. The sound of the door opening and closing.
Peyton stayed still, staring at the wall as the shower stall opened, and for the first time, he joined her in the shower. Every other time, he’d taken a shower in one of the spare bedrooms, or that was where she assumed he did. Whenever she finished, he was always there, waiting, damp hair, a towel wrapped around his waist.
She didn’t say a word, neither did he as he reached past her head and grabbed the soap. His hands were so large, and she watched as he lathered up the soap. He didn’t get a sponge, and then he put the soap back into the dish. Each movement seemed slow, then he put his hands on her shoulders.
She pulled in her breath. His touch set her on fire. This had been happening more and more lately.
He massaged her shoulders, running his hands down her back, going toward her ass, and then he curved them around her stomach, leading up toward her breasts. Shae cupped her tits, and then let her go, but just long enough to curve her arms behind her and wrap her hands around the back of her neck.
She turned her head to the side, and she couldn’t help but look down at his lips. Once again, his hands were on her breasts, and she let out another gasp, only this time he kissed her, taking possession of her. He massaged her tits, cupping them in his palm, kneading the flesh. She felt an answering pool of heat between her thighs and she pressed her legs together.
Shae teased her nipples, pinching each hard bud then soothing them with the palm of his hand. She moaned, and he broke the kiss, going toward her neck. This time, she cried out and he was not there to swallow her cries.
One of his hands left her tit and traveled down her body, going straight between her thighs. He pressed one hand between, and his fingers started to tease her clit, working the bud, stroking it, going across, around, and over it, and then she felt the heat begin to build. She didn’t want to stop him. The pleasure was so intense.
His mouth on her neck seemed to send a shockwave of pleasure to her core. His touch burned her up. Sinking her teeth into her lip, she tried to gain control, but there was none to have. She loved it when Shae touched her, and she never wanted him to stop.
Another moan fell from her lips, and she felt this hunger in a way she didn’t before. It was like her body wanted the next step. She wanted him.