Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 92062 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92062 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
“You’re naked on my couch.” I smirk at her. “I’m very happy with myself.” She fills up her glass again.
“Never have I ever used a sex toy with a partner,” she states, thinking she is going to win this round.
“I have never,” I admit to her and her eyes about come out of her sockets.
“You were in a relationship, and you never did that?”
“No.” I shake my head. “I knew she had a vibrator, but if she wanted me to see her use it, she would have told me.”
“That’s…” She shakes her head. “That’s on the top of my list for my next relationship,” she shares and the food I ate at dinner feels like it’s going to come up.
“What is your longest relationship?” I ask her and I don’t know why I am asking her; I don’t really want to know.
“Six months,” she answers and then shrugs. “I’m just too focused on my job to have time to do both.”
“That sounds—” I try to think of the polite words to say.
“It sounds sad.” She laughs at her own assessment of it. “I don’t know why I never took the step to get serious with someone. Maybe I knew that if I did, I would be sort of stuck there.”
“Has it ever felt like home to you?” I ask her and she thinks about the question.
“At times,” she admits to me, “then at times it sort of feels like I am just there biding my time.”
“You have a whole life there.”
“I do.” She takes a sip of her wine. “I have a house there. I have friends there. I have a job there.”
“But you have no family there.” My chest tightens for her. I don’t have any family left, but I have the Morrows, and they are as much my family as my blood family.
“But I have no family there.” Her voice trails. “I never thought of it that way.”
“You’re welcome,” I say and she laughs. “Also, I think I win.”
“Is that so?” She puts down her glass in the middle of the table and then comes over to me, grabbing my glass and putting it with hers, before she comes back to me and I turn to face her. She puts one knee on the couch beside one hip and then does the same with the other, straddling me. “Are you sure about that?”
She puts her hands on my shoulders as I grip her hips. “Oh, yeah.” I try not to smile as I run my hands up her bare back. “I definitely win.”
She puts her forehead on mine. “Now you have to make it up to me.” She tilts her head to the side.
“Oh, trust me,” I assure softly, “I’m planning on spending all night making it up to you.” I chuckle but it’s silenced when her mouth is on mine. I wrap my arm around her waist and turn her so her back is to the couch. “I might as well start making it up to you now”—her hair is fanning all over my couch—“by giving you those multiple orgasms in a row.”
CHAPTER 25
Elizabeth
MAKE IT TO CHRISTMAS
December 23rd
Rehearsal Dinner
I slide out of bed, going to the bathroom and seeing Nate on his back sleeping. One arm is thrown over his head, the other on his stomach. The bedding covers one of my favorite parts of him.
A couple of minutes later, I’m walking out of the bathroom, and I see him still sleeping. I walk to his side of the bed, taking him in. The most handsome man I’ve ever seen, but it’s more than just a handsome face. He’s the kindest person I’ve ever had the privilege of knowing. He would literally give you the shirt off his back. Now that I think about it, I was wrong for ever thinking otherwise.
I slowly flip the covers off him, seeing him naked. His one leg is cocked to the side, almost in the middle of the bed. I softly put one knee on the bed and then follow with the other. Making my way to him, my hands grip his cock and his eyes flutter open. “Morning,” I mumble to him right before I take his half-hardened cock in my mouth. He groans as I grip his base.
His hand that was on his chest is now buried in my hair. “Fuck,” he groans, his hips thrusting up a bit so he can get deeper in my throat. His cock, now fully erect, is filling my mouth halfway. “That’s it.” His voice is rough with sleep. He pushes my head down on his cock as he lifts his hips, going to the back of my throat. My fist and my mouth work him at the same time with his own little thrusts up. “Get up here,” he orders between clenched teeth. He rolls to the side, his tongue slipping into my mouth before he holds his cock up. “All yours.”