Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 20660 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 103(@200wpm)___ 83(@250wpm)___ 69(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20660 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 103(@200wpm)___ 83(@250wpm)___ 69(@300wpm)
Jack peels himself out of bed then, pulling his jeans up his thighs and then grunting something about needing coffee. I smile, yawn, then push out of bed.
I pick up a few dirty clothes around the room, a T-shirt of his thrown on the floor in a frenzy of passion last night. I push the cotton to my nose, inhaling his heady natural scent, then toss it into the pile with the rest of my laundry. Maybe that is the beginning of us. When our clothes come together in the laundry, it feels like a melding of our lives.
A slow smile creeps up my face at that thought.
I wrap a silky robe around my body and move out to the kitchen and straight into his arms. I smile, running my fingertips down the chiseled, washboard muscles of his torso. He is a work of art. Never in my life have I seen a man so defined, so drop-dead sexy.
His hand curls around my neck, his tongue probing past my lips as I feel his cock nudging between my thighs. “Miss being inside you already.”
“Mm.” I sigh in agreement, pushing his worn jeans past his hips so I can grip his firm ass cheeks in my palms. “Josie could walk out at any time–”
“She’s sound asleep, I already checked on her.” Jack’s hand slips under the robe and finds my damp sex. “Soaked for me again, sweet girl?”
He runs two cool fingers through my pussy, sending arousal shuddering through my veins. “Yesss.”
“Good girl.” He sinks two fingers inside me, fucking me with his hand for a few strokes before his fingers are replaced by his gorgeously thick cock.
“Oh God…” I gasp as he slides into me, my hands clutching the breadth of his back while his thrusts stay slow and steady, angled with precision, even as he sucks at my nipple in torturous strokes. Then one soft smack lands on my ass cheek.
Another. And then another.
The sting of his palm is replaced by a gentle, soothing stroke.
“Your ass is beautiful with my handprint on it.”
I groan, wiggling my ass to show him I want more without saying it.
“Mm, you like it, pretty girl?” He lands a smack on my other cheek, then grabs my hips and slides into me in one smooth motion.
“Jack…” I moan, loving the new angle.
“Yeah? Tell me what’s on your mind.” One hand slips between my thighs, his fingers working at my clit.
“I…I can’t. It’s too much.” I hum just as he pulls an orgasm from my body. “Everything about you, it completely consumes me.”
“Good, that’s exactly how I want you. Ruined for all other men.” His thrusts grow erratic, his rock-solid thighs shaking with earth-shattering release as caveman growls vibrate from his chest. Hearing him cum is the sexiest thing I imagine I will ever hear, and knowing I am the one to push him over the edge is a high like nothing I’ve ever felt before. Bringing this gorgeous, powerful man to his knees is something spiritual.
His hands skate up the curve of my back, cupping my cheek, turning it so he can catch my eyes. “You’re my life now, Holly.”
I freeze, unable to form words, my eyes riveted on his intense, sparkling ones. How can any of this be true? This has to be a mirage conjured by my overactive imagination and understimulated libido.
Jack pulls himself from my body in one slow, delicious movement, his cock rubbing every heightened nerve and sending mini-tremors of pleasure through me.
I love him. I love him with all of me. I always have. Our path may have been rocky, our timeline longer than most, but every step brought us right here, right now, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Epilogue
Jack-one month later
The air smells like pine and promise.
I’m standing under a canopy of trees with a ring in my pocket and a woman who’s still entirely too good for me grinning across from me in a white dress that makes my damn knees weak.
“You okay?” Zane says beside me, his tie crooked and eyes narrowed at me with amusement.
“No,” I grunt. “I’m standing in front of fifty people in a monkey suit. Of course I’m not okay.”
“You look good, asshole. And she’s about to make an honest man out of you, which is a damn miracle. Let’s not ruin the moment.” Zane’s eyes trail over my shoulder and then a frown crosses his face. “Oh, shit. Looks like trouble just walked in.”
I spin, eyes landing on the one thing I did not want to see today.
Holly’s parents.
She hasn’t talked to them since they showed up on my doorstep a month ago. My heart tightens when I think about what seeing them here, on our special day, will do to her. Maybe they’re here to celebrate us, but something tells me they’re here for another reason entirely.