Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 36482 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 182(@200wpm)___ 146(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36482 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 182(@200wpm)___ 146(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
“Never.” I wink at her.
She skips off and I watch her fondly. The kids used to annoy me but since Riko adores them, I have thawed toward them. They’re actually pretty cool and they love coming over whenever their mom lets them which is often.
Riko appears out of nowhere with a huge plate full of food. “This is for you, Dere-Dere. You’re too patient. I made sure you got fed first.” He pecks me on the lips and then saunters away to make his own plate.
That man loves feeding me every chance he gets. It’s why I’ve had to put in more runs during the week with Reid and Cole. If I’m not careful, it’ll catch up to me.
After everyone gets their food and settles at one of the tables set up in our living room, Linda asks if she can pray over the food. Our families are silent for all of thirty seconds and the moment she finishes, it’s chaos again.
Debbie chooses to sit beside me and then proceeds to flip through her phone to show me her “previous work.” The cakes are beautiful and impressive, but I know my mom won’t go down without a fight. I hope they can figure out a way to work together.
Later, when everyone finally leaves, I curl around my naked man and kiss him slowly.
“Today was fun,” he says, running his fingers along my scalp. “Don’t you think?”
“Every day is fun with you.”
He preens, beaming at me. “And are our dads becoming besties? They exchanged numbers.”
“Probably teaming up to keep our mothers from fist fighting.”
Riko snorts at that. “Debbie Downer would never. She might break a nail!”
“Rose is a brawler,” I say with a one-shouldered shrug. “She once told off a lady at church for ‘making eyes at her husband.’ Took her earrings off and everything. Dad had to drag her out of there while she threw out threats at the poor woman.”
He laughs. “Why is this so entertaining to me? It totally is. Your mom is a badass.”
“Please don’t tell her. She’ll bedazzle herself a shirt or some shit. We don’t need some elderly lady running around with a shirt that brags about her badassery.”
“Ohhh, but we do! Maybe she’ll make me a matching one!” He tries to reach for his phone on the night stand. “I’m ordering her a bedazzle kit right now!”
I drag him back over to me, stopping the incoming shit show. “Fuck no. You’ll be a good boy or I’ll be forced to spank your sexy little ass.”
His grin turns devilish. “We both know I’m going to order it. May as well get my punishment over now.”
He cries out in surprise when I forcefully roll him over onto his stomach. Then, reverently, I stroke his smooth ass cheek. A shiver of anticipation rattles through him shaking the bed.
Pop!
“Wait! Fucking ow! Dere—”
Pop!
He whines and squirms. “I thought this would feel good! It hurts!”
“It’s called punishment,” I growl, squeezing a handful of his reddened ass cheek. “We both know your cock is hard as fuck.”
Since he’s grinding his hips against the bed, I know I’m right.
“Don’t I at least get a safe word?” he demands.
“Nope.”
“Psychopath.”
“You love it.” I smack him hard again, laughing when he curses at me. “Admit it.”
He squirms and shakes his head. “Nope. This sucks.”
“What’s that?” I croon as I massage his butt again. “You want to suck what?”
“If it gets me out of this spanking, I’ll suck whatever you want.”
“Even my big hairy toe?”
Riko cackles with laughter. “Fuck no. You’re a sicko.”
“I’d suck on your toe,” I say with a faux pout. “I’d lick your armpit if I thought you might like it.”
“For the record,” Riko says in exasperation, “I do not want my toes or armpits licked. Why are you so obsessed with me?”
“Why not?”