Total pages in book: 203
Estimated words: 199654 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 998(@200wpm)___ 799(@250wpm)___ 666(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 199654 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 998(@200wpm)___ 799(@250wpm)___ 666(@300wpm)
I don’t have to wonder if this bond is just physical, just for breeding, just for ego. I can actually feel how much Jase loves me. And I see it in his eyes – that he feels how much I love him, too.
He carries me to the shower and sets me on my feet. I grab that washcloth and soap it up before I drop to my knees and look up at him.
The look on his face is lava hot. He licks his lips as I reach for him and wash between his legs.
I’ve read enough spicy romances to be able to come up with a blowjob playbook here on the fly, and I must do all right because he doesn’t give me direction.
After the soap is washed away, I boldly put in effort that does not seem to go unappreciated. Eye contact. Tongue. Suction. My fists as well as my mouth. But I might get too fancy because as my fingertip grazes his scrotum, he spins the dial to turn the water off, grabs for my jaw and detaches my mouth in time for an eruption all over my chest and stomach.
He coaxes me to standing up in front of him by crooking his finger, then takes my breasts into his hands and rubs the mess into my skin, ensuring he coats as much as my skin as he can before he lifts me and carries me to bed, putting me in it before I’ve had a chance to towel off.
He lifts my legs over his shoulders and lowers his head, inhaling deep between my legs before he returns the favor with a whole lot of bold enthusiasm of his own.
His tongue has the dexterity of an artist’s paintbrush. His grip is possessive. And the look on his face undoes me almost as quickly as his mouth.
I come, crying out, “Jason!”
Now I’m sliding. He’s got my ankles and he’s slamming in me, to the root, my calves up against his chest.
Wait… this might be my favorite position.
***
“Want some breakfast?” I ask, snuggling closer, running my hand up his chest. He catches it and laces our fingers together, over his heart.
“I just had my new favorite thing for breakfast, but thanks,” he quips, licking his lips suggestively.
“Well, I’m hungry,” I tell him. “So, how about–”
My phone dings.
I reach for it from the table beside the bed and say, “Oh! Cat! She says Stan just put a coffee cake on the porch. She sends her congratulations. Wanna have that for breakfast? Great timing!”
I jump up, about to put my robe on, but I’m yanked back to the bed. Jase leans over and kisses me, then says, “Stay here. I’ll get it. You want coffee?”
Breakfast in bed? Sounds good to me.
“Yes!” I nod excitedly, but then call out, “Jason?”
He’s already on the move, so he stops and looks over his shoulder at me.
“I love you,” I say.
“Love you too,” he replies, with feeling.
“This… all of this… better than I dreamed it could be. And I dreamed hard, Jase.”
His dimples pop.
“But…” I start.
He goes alert.
“What you just did to me? It’s making me a little OCD.”
“OCD?”
“I feel sticky.”
I scrunch up my nose.
“You’ll get used to it.”
I wait for him to crack a smile.
But nope… it doesn’t happen.
“Actually, I think I need to wash you off me.”
He frowns. “Do it and you’ll just get marked again.”
I laugh. But he doesn’t. He stares, making sure I know he means what he just said.
I blink a couple times and then let out another little laugh.
He finally smirks and struts out of the room.
I hear the bathroom door close.
After it opens and I hear him go down the stairs, I slip into the bathroom, wet the washcloth and soap it up before I wash myself from my neck to my tummy. I don’t scrub hard. Because I do want to smell like I’m his. I love that he’s this possessive.
I just have far too many sensory issues to walk around with my skin feeling like the back of a Post-it note.
50
JASE
While waiting for the coffee to brew, I check out the notifications on my phone, including the string of new comments in the family group chat, which is full of congratulatory messages from Mom, Tay, and Gwen, and I have to smile at the two thumbs up from my dad in a row. It’s a running joke that he reads the messages but rarely comments, instead using a thumbs up to show he’s in agreement or giving an acknowledgement for whatever is being discussed. My sisters joked in their comments about how happy he must be for me to bestow the double thumbs.
After that, there’s a new conversation between Mom, Tay, and Gwen from earlier this morning about the schedule for Sherry’s care with an update indicating she’s doing well, that Mitch wants to give her another day of forced shifts to ensure she’s fighting fit in a way that’ll mean the best chance for that baby to grow and thrive. After that, the current plan is to force a shift every other day until it’s decided she no longer requires sedation.