Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 34166 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34166 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
“It’s weekly, at least when he drags me around. I keep it to a two-drink maximum and stay for an hour, keeping my eyes diverted from whatever woman he’s looking at, and he knows better than to push whatever woman has a friend with him on me.” He did that a time or two throughout the years, and I’m no pity fuck. Besides, I don’t want anyone else except the beautiful mess walking around my house. When she heads toward the laundry room, I move, because damn if I’m going to miss a single moment. I walk around the corner and bite my tongue. I’m not interrupting her again.
Jade’s back is to me. Her shirt is already off, so is her bra. I swear I only lost track of her for a second. That’s how fast she’s working to slip out of her clothes. The good news is I’m in for a treat when she shimmies her hips, pulling the painted-on denim jeans and underwear off.
“Fuck me.” She looks over her shoulder. I’m given a hot-as-fuck view, ass for days, hourglass figure, a soft swell of her abdomen that I’ll do my best to keep her well-fed, so she doesn’t lose it. And that’s not all. Her tits and ass are what have my whole attention. The swell of her breast comes in to view, pebbled nipple, and I could swear I see wetness between her thighs.
“Oh, that’s going to happen because I’ll never shut my brain off at this rate.” She turns around completely, puts her hands on her hips, and just as I thought, she’s wet. The insides of her thighs glimmer with each movement.
“I’m at your service, Jade. You know that, but why the fuck are you standing all the way over there?” We’re back at this same conversation. Not exactly sure why she felt the need to move to the laundry room, either. I’d have picked up her clothes later. It probably has something to do with the house being cleaned so well, the damn thing is spotless.
“Why the hell aren’t you in front of me?” she volleys back, making perfectly logical sense. I move, yanking down my boxers along the way. We won’t be making it to the bedroom for this round.
“Good fucking question.” My hand travels down her arms, lifting them up to wrap around my neck, crouching down so we’re at eye level. “We’ll tell Jace this weekend, yeah? No more secrets. Whatever happens, happens. We’re in this together, and nothing will keep me away from you, sugar.” I grab the cheeks of her ass to lift her up, and her legs wrap around my waist, opening her up for me to play with. I do exactly that, though I take a few steps until her back meets the wall.
“Locke.” Jade’s emerald eyes zero in on mine. She’s yet to respond to the words I just delivered, probably has something to do with my hardware gliding up and down her wet slit.
“Did you hear me? Nothing is ever going to come between you and me.” I move in closer, until my chest smashes against hers, and I let her ride out the sensation I’m delivering before I take her with my cock.
“Yes, you and me, nobody else. We talk to Jace this weekend.” The tip of my cock hits her clit, and I feel her body quiver.
“That’s fucking right.” I pull my hips away from her wet cunt, pissed I’m losing her for even a second. The regret comes as fast as it goes as I slam my cock to the hilt inside my woman, relishing every whimper, every time she breathes my name, and every time her pussy pulses around my cock.
12
Locke
Fuck, I hate like hell that I’m crawling out of bed after only a few hours of having Jade wrapped around me, sleeping so deeply, all the worries she had earlier are chased away. It’ll only be for the time being. The moment she wakes up, they’ll consume her once again.
It won’t be for long, though. My phone rang fifteen minutes ago, jarring me out of my sleep, and I had to be careful not jostle Jade too much, a not-so-easy task when she sleeps wrapped around me or I do similar with her. Tonight, I was on my back, and she was curled into my side, head on my chest, arm wrapped around my stomach and leg hiked over my hip.
I watched as she curled into my pillow before moving out of the bedroom with my phone in my hand.
It made it damn hard not to say fuck it, hit the end call button on my phone, and slip back in bed with her. But my parents rarely take calls this late or this early, given whichever way you look at it.