Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 132097 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 660(@200wpm)___ 528(@250wpm)___ 440(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 132097 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 660(@200wpm)___ 528(@250wpm)___ 440(@300wpm)
“What do you mean, Pages?”
“I mean, I know it’s real now. But we’ve been playing a game for so long and it feels like everything is too good, you know? Like the universe will notice and decide we shouldn’t get to have so much.”
It’s not a fear I get often.
And I know it’s ridiculous.
But right now, kicking off my honeymoon in a tiny cabin with my husband, I can’t help wondering if I’m going to snap awake, back in the world where he left me and we never found a way to be happy together.
“Hattie,” Ethan growls possessively, still stroking my hair.
“I know you love me,” I say quickly. “And I know this is as real as it gets. A broken toilet won’t ruin anything.”
“The toilet isn’t broken.”
“Yeah, but sometimes I feel like this kind of happiness can’t last, you know?”
He tilts my head up, one hand still in my hair as the other finds my chin.
“You worry too much, Pages,” he says slowly. “It won’t always be our honeymoon and the high will fade. I’ll be damned if our love ever sputters, though.”
Well played.
I smile.
“It’s been a long, hard road here,” I whisper.
“That doesn’t mean we have to pay for it every time something goes right. You’re allowed to be happy. You deserve good things. I used to think the same way—until you, woman. Just make that voice in the back of your mind shut it. I’ll do my best to keep you smiling.”
I press my face into his chest.
“I can’t argue with that,” I say. “You made me believe Stephen King was on the next boat over and I nearly died.”
He bends so his mouth is next to my ear, and my stomach twists in anticipation. “Since we’re here, I have something better.”
“Is it your dick?” I run my hands up his thigh.
“Patience.” As my palm runs over the bulge in his pants, he grinds against my hand. He’s already raging hard.
“Now?” I ask.
“Whenever you want. You know that,” he promises.
“How about now?” I sit up, straining for his kiss. “How about on this bed while Ares is still napping? It’s my favorite part of the cabin.”
“Made sure I got the unit with the biggest bed. They knew we were honeymooners.”
“Only the best for Mrs. Blackthorn.” I giggle.
“No lie.”
Then, with his strong hands on my waist, he leans me over the bed, pushing me down until I’m on my back. His familiar weight settles on me a second later.
I cup his face in my hands.
“I love you so, so much,” I tell him.
“Not half as much as I love you, wife.” He grins at my little gasp of outrage.
Before I can protest, he smothers me in a molten kiss.
It’s like our souls collide in this heady fusion, fizzing like champagne.
I tug at his shirt until he pulls it over his head, pushing up the skirt of my cute little dress. I’m glad we underdressed for the chilly day, like we both knew what was happening later.
“Like this,” he rasps as he pushes my panties to one side, not undressing me. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Hattie.”
I believe it.
When he tells me, and when he looks at me like that, there’s no choice but to believe him. Especially when he’s sinking down between my legs.
And when his mouth finds my pussy, I gasp, lifting my hips.
The man is greedy today, licking and sucking, devouring me, taking over—and I happily let him.
“I’m lucky you’re so generous. I—oh!” My voice chokes off as I slide my hand through his hair.
He nips my thigh, and the sharp sting adds an extra thrill, heightening the diabolical pleasure as it reaches my core.
We’ve mapped each other’s bodies by memory now.
Ethan knows what I like and when to bring it, even when he’s exploring me.
And I’ve learned not to hold back one bit, letting him hear every ounce of pleasure he thieves from my bones.
He treats every moan, every whimper, every twitch like a song.
I sing for him spectacularly.
Then his tongue refocuses on my clit, hot and unrelenting, bringing me to the brink.
Holy hell!
When I’m close, he growls so hard it vibrates, desperate to pull it out of me, to feel me come apart for him.
I happily oblige.
When my O hits, I go off like a rocket, drenching the sheets and his face as his smug, satisfied groan shakes my flesh.
I know he tastes it on his lips.
And when he kisses his way back up my body, chasing my lips, I taste myself, too.
There’s no question what comes next.
He frees his cock.
He grabs my wrists and pins them down.
He aims that feral glint in his eye straight at my soul.
“You come on this cock next, Hattie,” he commands. “You’re hot and ready as hell for me. Your taste doesn’t lie.”
I shiver.
But I fight to hold still, letting my pussy soak the head of his cock as he teases me, the last aftershocks of my last orgasm still fluttering through me.