Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 76934 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76934 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
“Please, Christopher,” she pleaded, her hips rocking restlessly.
I lowered down, sliding her legs over my shoulder, then sliding my tongue up her pussy as her thighs shook and a long, ragged moan escaped her.
I worked her with just my tongue for a long moment before slipping my hand between us, then gliding two fingers inside her.
Alara’s hand slapped down on the back of my head as she arched up into me.
I thrust for a moment, loving the way her walls tightened around me, imagining that feeling around my cock. But then I turned my fingers, crooking them, and running them across her top wall.
The sensation had her whole body tightening.
Her legs clamped around my head, squeezing, as she got closer and closer.
“No!” she cried as I pulled suddenly away, having felt her tightening as she got close.
“If you want to come, you can come around my cock,” I told her as I moved over her, settling between her thighs to rock my cock against her wet heat.
A pathetic little whimper escaped her as she rocked her hips in time with mine as I reached toward the nightstand and grabbed a condom.
She fought me as I pulled back, sitting on my heels to look down at her.
She was flushed and heavy-lidded, her breath rising and falling quickly.
I waited for her gaze to slide down over me, then fisted my cock and stroked a few times, loving the way she whimpered and pressed her thighs together.
“Chris…”
Fuck, she sounded good when she called my name.
I slid on the protection before coming over her again.
Her hips lifted.
Mine pressed down.
Then I slid inside her with one long, slow thrust.
The sound that escaped her was almost a cry as her arms tightened around me when I settled deep.
“You feel so good,” I murmured, taking a deep breath, trying to keep a grip on my control.
“Chris, move,” she whimpered, hips wiggling.
That, I could do.
But it was slow and deep, a slow drive upward, as I soaked up the feel of her, as I heard her moans grow more throaty as she got closer and closer.
“I… I’m…” she gasped as her walls tightened hard around me.
“It’s okay,” I murmured, my own voice getting tight, “I’ve got you.” A soft cry escaped her. “Come for me.”
Then she did, a slow, deep throbbing sensation that pulled me along with her, my vision sparking with the intensity as I pressed deep as I came.
I couldn’t tell you how long afterward we stayed just like that—my body pressing hers into the mattress, her arms and legs wrapped around me.
But the sweat felt cool as I rolled off to her side, curling her onto my chest, my hands drifting lazily over her.
My fingers drifted up into her hair.
“Alara?”
“Mm?”
My lips curled up at the come-drunk sound.
“This is the part where we talk about this.”
“Talking is overrated.”
“Yeah, but it’s what adults do in this kind of situation.”
“Boo,” she grumbled, but sucked in a deep breath and sighed it out. “Fine. But you start.”
I guess, between the two of us, I was the one more equipped for hard conversations. I mean, when you had to tell your little niece that her mom was dead, you could just about talk to anyone about anything. Even something as uncomfortable and intimate as feelings.
And Alara, well, Alara was someone you sometimes had to pry information out of. She’d learned as an observant and empathetic little girl to tamp down all her own feelings to try to ease the tension in their household.
Then, as an adult, she closed her personal world off to everyone. So much so that Brio told me that Ezzy worried about her because she rarely expressed her feelings if they weren’t the anger or frustration she was comfortable sharing. Because they cost nothing. Not like the softer emotions did.
And asking about her feelings regarding a relationship, that shit was all soft.
“Where’s your head at about all this?” I asked.
“That’s not you starting.”
A small laugh escaped me.
“Okay, you pain in the ass. I’ll go first. I wasn’t sure at first.”
“No way! You hid that so well,” she said, and I could hear the eye roll in her voice.
I swatted her ass in retribution, getting a little giggle out of her.
“And, yeah, the Brio thing and the age thing were most of the hangups.”
“Most?” she prompted, her fingers drawing lazy shapes on my chest.
“There was also the kids.”
“What about the kids?”
“Decisions I make, they aren’t just about me.”
“I get that.”
“The three of us are a package deal.”
“Really? I thought guardians ship the kids off to boarding school when there’s a new woman in his life. Or maybe that’s just what the movies I grew up on said.”
“Be serious.”
“You’re being serious enough for the both of us. I know that Charlotte and Liam are a package deal with you.”
“But have you considered what that means long-term?”