Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 52072 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 260(@200wpm)___ 208(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52072 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 260(@200wpm)___ 208(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
“Yes, Lennie has to be home before noon, or Asher will bring the cavalry in the form of the fire truck. She overdid it yesterday with housework, and now her ankles are swollen.” Winnie points to where Lennie is sitting with her feet propped up. My eyes practically bulge out of their sockets.
“Please tell me you didn’t drive. We could have done this another time, for instance at your house while you’re in bed.” I take the drinks out of the carriers; I picked up a mix of iced coffees with cream sans the sweeteners in case some like or don’t like it. I also got some iced teas, doing the same with sugar. Coralynn said the girls would be here when we talked on the phone earlier, but she didn’t tell me how many of them. Which meant grabbing a variety of everything and go from there. Whatever would be left could be eaten the next day; the drinks would be devoured easily between the instructors here, too.
“I drove,” Kenny speaks up. “Asher called me and said the only way she’s allowed to leave the house is with a chaperone. This is truly who he is. When I was pregnant, he was the exact same way.” She grabs a drink from the table, going after the iced coffee. Lyric starts taking out the food and condiments, and I grab another chair, attempting to carry it when Coralynn moves in.
“Not today, sister. I know there’s a no lifting a certain amount of weight for two to six weeks,” Maci pipes in, helping my sister with her tsking at me for doing a simple task.
“It’s anything over five pounds,” Lennie helps me out.
“Thank you. I assure you the chair isn’t even half that. Same with the bags.” I look pointedly at Coralynn.
“Whatever, your purse is probably over that. It feels like lead weight nine times out of ten.” I ignore the fact that my sister is running me over with her make-believe bus, throwing it in Reverse and repeating the process.
“Okay, everyone, dive in, and then we’ll chat.” Lyric claps her hands together to get us all started. I grab my iced coffee, having doctored it up the way I like at Oak & Brew, then go about doing the same with my bagel. Luke offered to cook breakfast, not wanting me to go anywhere on an empty stomach. It made no sense to have bacon, eggs, and toast with him when I’d be eating with the girls. He grumbled, I rolled my eyes, and he ate. Then he kissed me until I was breathless, and I wanted a repeat of last night when Luke got us both off with zero penetration.
A shiver works itself along my spine at remembering how he did all the work. The only thing he’d allowed me to do was work my nipples, which I did, or at least tried to. It’s really hard to mimic how his mouth feels when it’s my fingers instead. I’d been flat on my back, completely naked, legs spread, feet sinking into the bed beneath me, toes curling while I watched him undress. His dexterous fingers worked the buttons at his wrists, then went to the ones at his throat. Each inch of fabric that gave way showed me his tattooed body. The black ink I’d traced with my tongue kept me on edge. When he got down to the buttons near his abdomen, he tugged the offending shirt off his body, making my mouth dry with the smattering of hair down his happy trail that I know leads to his massive cock.
My hand started traveling down between my breasts, more than ready to use my fingers on myself, when he double timed it and tore the rest of his clothes off. That’s when bossy Luke came out to play, the rough and deep timbre of his voice telling me what I can and can’t do, or we’ll stop completely. Needless to say, I obeyed his rules.
Luke crawled between my legs, his cock thick and heavy, the mushroom-shaped tip bigger than I’d ever experienced before. So much so that my throat was tender afterwards the first time I’d taken him with my mouth. When his length was near my entrance, I yearned, practically begged for more. Luke would never allow that, though, not until I’m completely healed, which meant he worked around it. Instead using the underside of his cock, slowly sliding along my seam, the head of his dick hitting my clit, and when I lost the will to pinch and pull at my nipples, he dropped his head and took one in his mouth. The delicious pull shot straight to my core, triggered an orgasm to roll through me, and Luke never stopped. One rolled into another, and it wasn’t until I’d felt the thick and heavy spurts of cum coating my lower stomach and lips of my pussy that I came down from the euphoric high. His lazy grin told me he was damn proud to get me off twice.