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)
I use one of my arms to wrap around her waist and pick her up off her feet, walking toward the front door. She lets go of my lips to laugh out. “I can walk, you know.”
“You could,” I tell her, “but this is faster.” I walk up the steps and place her down right in front of the door. Her mouth sucks in my neck as I lift my hand to punch in the code. Her hand rubs my hard cock, squeezing it in her palm.
“If you don’t stop, I’m going to fuck you outside the door.”
“It’s cold.” Her voice is soft. “But I’m sure you’ll keep me warm.”
I bend to take her mouth with mine, her hands now wrapped around my neck. My jacket falls from her shoulders to our feet. My hand moves from her waist to grip her ass, while the other hand opens the door and pushes it open. She steps back into the house, her hands gripping my shirt, pulling me with her.
I step into the house and slam the door shut with my foot, turning her so her back is to the door at the same time her hands frantically pull my shirt out of my pants. Her hands then go to my belt, at the same time I feel something by my feet, then against my legs.
She lets go of my mouth to laugh. “I don’t think Whiskey got the memo you are supposed to do me against the door.” She looks down at Whiskey, who is going in and out of our legs. The thumping sound of his excited tail hitting the door and then the wall as he moves through my legs and then comes back in. “Whiskey, you are interrupting your father trying to do me.” She leans down to rub Whiskey’s neck.
“Do you think if we ignore him, he’ll go away?” I close my eyes when she asks me that question because I know the answer.
“No,” I finally groan out. “Let’s get you outside,” I tell Whiskey, then look back at Elizabeth. “I want you to stay there.” I point to her. “I’m going to let him out and then I’ll be right back to bang you against the door.”
“I’ll be here waiting.” She kisses under my jaw.
“Let’s go.” I motion with my head toward the kitchen door and Whiskey follows me. I open the door, and he looks at me. “Are you kidding me?” I question him as I step outside and he follows me. “Hurry up,” I hiss at him as he runs through the snow and I watch him. Turning to look over my shoulder.
“I said not to move!” I shout to her, and she throws her head back and laughs through the door’s opening.
“Do you want your jacket?” she asks me and I just shake my head.
“I want you to stay where I told you to stay.” I point to her and she laughs again, closing the door as I watch her walk away from the door, my heart clenching in my chest. “It’s her,” I declare out to the dark quiet night, “it’s always been fucking her.” There, in the cold, dark night, with a few stars blinking in the sky, I realize I’ve been holding back over the last seven years for one reason and one reason only. Her.
CHAPTER 29
Elizabeth
WINTER SONG
December 24th
Wedding Day
“Do you have everything you need?” I ask Nate as he walks out of his closet with the black garment bag in his hand.
“I have the tux.” He holds up his hand. “The shoes are…” He looks around the room. “Wherever I threw them last night.” He chuckles as he puts the garment bag on the bed next to me, picking up the white shirt he wore last night that he threw over his shoulder before he banged me against his door. “Here’s one,” he says, picking up his pants and tossing them on the unmade bed.
I curl one of my feet under my leg, as I take a sip of the coffee he just brought up to me as I got dressed in my jogging outfit. My hair is washed and piled on top of my head, ready to be styled for the day. “Where the fuck is the other one?” he asks me like I know.
“This is what happens when you pivot the plan and instead of banging me against the door downstairs, you ordered me upstairs.”
“I tried to do you against the door twice”—he walks toward the chair in the corner—“and each time Whiskey thought we were play fighting.”
I laugh at the memory because he really thought we were, and at one point he barked at us. “I mean we were play fighting.” He looks over at me and I wink at him. “I definitely wanted to play with your toy.”