Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 115435 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 577(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115435 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 577(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
And we need to talk about that.
I climb the stairs to the deck, and when Billie notices, her smile spreads, making me feel welcome.
Making me feel at home.
“Everything okay?” she asks, and I tilt my head in question. “Your phone call. It’s Sunday.”
“Ah, yes. Everything’s just fine, bumble.” I kiss her cheek and take the offered beer from Bridger.
“Bumble?” Bridger asks.
“I’m a worker bee,” Billie says before I can tell him it’s none of his business. “You know, always busy. Always fuzzy and cute.”
Bridger snorts at that, and I shake my head at her.
“Always sassy,” I counter.
“I’m going in with the girls.” Billie kisses my cheek and saunters inside, closing the door behind her.
“Congratulations on the wee babe,” I say to Bridger.
“Thanks.” His face softens as he looks toward the door, where the women are beyond. “It was a surprise.”
“You don’t know how babies are made?” Blake asks him, wielding a spatula. “Medically speaking—”
“Stop,” Holden says. “It’s my sister, man. Don’t make me fuck you up.”
“It wasn’t planned,” Bridger amends, rolling his eyes. “But we’re thrilled. Birdie is ready to shop for baby clothes and stuff.”
“Your mother and I have some news of our own,” Brandon says, eyeing the door. “We were going to wait to say anything until things were set in stone, but we’re moving home.”
“What?” Beckett asks. “Holy shit, that’s great. Skyla and I can find another—”
“No,” Brandon says. “We’re not moving here. This is yours, and I’m happy for you to keep it. I’m done being a farmer, and I’m not coming out of retirement. But we’re moving back to Bitterroot Valley. We’re under contract for a house in town, and the condo in Florida is on the market.”
“Why?” Brooks asks his father.
“Because our family is here. Our kids, who we’re so damn proud of, are here, and we want to spend more time with you guys. We miss Birdie and all her funny antics, and now there will be a new baby to love on. We don’t like missing out on your lives.”
“But Mom hates the snow,” Blake reminds him. “It’s not good for her arthritis, and it still snows here.”
“We can take a long vacation in the winter after Christmas,” Brandon replies. “Our minds are made up. It’s the right thing to do.”
“This is great,” Bridger says. “Lots of amazing news today.”
“Did you really bring our parents here because Billie cried?” Blake asks me.
“Aye. I don’t like seeing her cry.”
“She doesn’t. Not often, anyway,” Brooks replies. “That mean you’re sticking around?”
“Aye,” I say again, nodding as I lean back against the railing. “I’m sticking around.”
“Good.” Beckett passes me another beer. “Your sister’s thrilled, you know.”
“God forbid Skyla not be thrilled.”
Beckett grins. “Exactly.”
“Oh God, not again. I can’t do it again.”
She’s spread out for me, gloriously naked and writhing on the bedsheets, her head tossing back and forth as another orgasm builds. Her pussy quivers around my soaked fingers, her clit pulses against my tongue, and she’s so bloody beautiful.
“Yes, you can. Breathe, baby.”
“Can’t,” she whimpers as her hands fist in my hair, and every muscle tenses as her pussy pulls my fingers farther inside her. Her climax is spectacular, and my girl cries out. “Connor!”
Before she can come down from that high, I cover her, nestle myself between her thighs, and push inside her, making us both groan.
“That’s right, angel,” I growl as I start to move. “Say my name.”
“Connor.” It’s a whimper this time.
“Fuck, you’re incredible.” I can’t go slow and easy. I’m pounding into her, one hand holding hers over her head, the other gripping her arse, pulling her to me. “It’s never bloody enough.”
Her teeth latch on to my shoulder, but I revel in the pain of it and push harder. Faster.
“You’re mine,” I growl against her ear. “Do you understand me?”
“Yes.” Her voice breaks around the word, and she’s holding on to me for dear life.
“Say it.”
“Yours.” She swallows hard and cups my face. “Look at me.”
My eyes find hers, and she lifts to cover my lips in a sweet kiss.
“Only yours.”
The climax is swift and feels like a nuclear bomb detonating in my soul. I roar as I grind against her, spilling inside her, and then I can’t help but pull out and fist my dick and come all over her.
Marking her.
Fucking mine.
I’ve never wanted to claim someone the way I do Billie. Never. But the mere thought of another man touching her, thinking of her like this, makes me feel unhinged.
“Connor.” She’s running her fingers up and down my arms, her legs wrapped around my hips, and I know without a shadow of a doubt that this is exactly where I want to be for the rest of my life. “Baby, are you okay?”
“Never bloody better,” I murmur before pressing my lips against her collarbone and chin. “Why?”
“I don’t know if I’ve seen you quite that … intense.” Her face softens in a smile, and her fingers ghost down my cheek. “And I feel guilty as fuck.”