Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 31927 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 160(@200wpm)___ 128(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31927 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 160(@200wpm)___ 128(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
Fucking hell. I’m obsessed with the way she begs for me. I pin her wrists above her head with one hand, anchoring her to the mattress as I slam in deep, grinding hard against her swollen clit.
She stiffens, and I know she’s about to shatter for me. Fuck, I love breaking my girl wide open.
“Come for me, sweetheart. Let it go,” I snarl, grinding my cock in deep and circling her clit with my thumb, relentless and ruthless, until her pretty blue eyes roll back and she screams my name like she’s never coming down.
Her pussy clamps on my cock so fucking tight it damn near rips the soul right out of my body. I slam in again, pinning her wrists above her head, and hold her open so I can watch every second of her coming apart for me. Her tits bounce, skin flushed, curls wild across my pillow. She’s a vision. Mine. Forever.
EPILOGUE
ELSIE
By the time Beckett and I finally manage to get out of the house, the bedroom looks like a tornado rolled through it, and I look like I threw myself together last minute after Beckett blew my mind. Exactly what happened.
So much for making a good impression.
Beckett’s completely chill about it, of course. He drives one-handed, eyes on the road, and the other hand anchored on my thigh like he’s twenty percent focused on brunch and eighty percent thinking about peeling me out of these clothes as soon as we get back home. The man is unshakeable. Meanwhile, I’m a nervous wreck. I stare down at my hand, the monster diamond Beckett just put there nearly blinding me and making my stomach do backflips. I’m barely hanging on, trying not to hyperventilate or have a heart attack before I even meet his family.
By the time Beckett parks the truck in front of his parents’ place, I’m about to crawl out of my skin. He just grins at me as he kills the ignition, completely calm.
“Ready?” Beckett asks, squeezing my thigh.
“Nope.” I blow out a shaky breath and nod anyway. “God. Talk about being in the hot seat.” My pulse pounds into overdrive.
He leans over, stealing a kiss that’s barely safe for public consumption, and whispers against my lips, “Stop stressing, Hot Doc. They’re going to love you as much as I do.”
Debra Hot herself sweeps into the entryway, all grace and perfect hair, with a smile so bright it blinds me. “There you are!” she beams, arms wide. “Come in, come in! I was about to send out a search party!”
She barely glances at Beckett before laser-focusing on me. Or, more accurately, on the diamond ring on my left hand.
For a second, it’s like everything freezes. Debra’s jaw actually drops, which is wildly satisfying. Then she erupts.
“Oh my God! OH! MY! GOD!” Debra shrieks loud enough to rattle the windows, launching herself at me.
I barely squeak before she’s got me in a bear hug so fierce it should come with a danger warning. I lose all oxygen. I lose basic motor function. I lose about half the feeling in my fingers.
She grabs my cheeks and drags me in for a giant, teary kiss on the forehead. "Let me see it!" she demands, grabbing my hand and holding it up for inspection. "Oh, honey, look at that! It’s gorgeous! You’re gorgeous! I can’t believe it—I have another daughter!"
Suddenly, the rest of the Hot family materializes from the dining room and swarms around us. I barely have time to blink before a wall of Hot brothers descends on me, each one bigger and more intimidating than the last. Beckett wraps a steadying arm around me, pride lighting up his face. “Elsie, meet my brothers and their wives.”
Atlas is the first to reach us, grinning like a wolf. His wife, Eloise, is right beside him, gorgeous and clearly used to this madness. “Congrats, sis!” Atlas bellows, pulling me into a one-armed hug that nearly cracks my ribs. Next is Dawson, who tips me a wink and introduces his wife, Isla, who’s already tearing up and hugging me like we’re long-lost best friends. Ian and Sage round out the pack, both of them smiling so wide I wonder if their faces hurt.
It’s an instant avalanche of congratulations, handshakes, and hugs.
I’m on hug number four when a deep voice booms over the chaos, “Hey now, don’t forget about me!” Everyone stops mid-squeeze, and the sea of Hot brothers parts for their dad.
Beckett’s father is tall, broad, and has that whole ‘silver fox with an intimidating cop vibe’ going on.
“Welcome to the family, Elsie.” He grins, then pulls me in for a dad-hug that’s somehow equal parts professional and weirdly comforting. I barely manage not to squeak as my cheek gets mashed into his chest.
“Thank you,” I stammer, voice totally gone. I must look like I’m about to faint because Beckett slips an arm around my waist and plants a kiss in my hair. I might actually die from happiness.