Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 102361 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 512(@200wpm)___ 409(@250wpm)___ 341(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102361 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 512(@200wpm)___ 409(@250wpm)___ 341(@300wpm)
“Smart girl,” I murmur and lean over to kiss her head. “Birdie loves it.”
“Birdie is the best. What a little sweetheart. She just spreads joy and glitter everywhere she goes.”
I can’t help but laugh at that because she’s absolutely right. “She’s the princess of the family, that’s for sure.”
“How’s she doing with having to share with a new baby brother? And the other new babies on the way?” she asks.
“So far, she’s been great. She loves having the baby around. Birdie’s not one to get very jealous. She doesn’t need to. We all shower her with affection and attention.”
She smiles softly. “That’s sweet.”
“Do you want kids?” I feel my eyes go wide because I didn’t mean to blurt that out.
“I mean, we just started seeing each other again about six minutes ago, so probably not right now.” Her lips twitch, and then she barks out a laugh. “Your face.”
I narrow my eyes at her, and she snorts. She’s fucking adorable.
“You know, I’m not sure,” she says and wipes a tear from the corner of her eye. “I kind of decided that wasn’t in the cards for me a long time ago.”
“What about now?”
“I’m not as young as I used to be.”
Reaching over to tuck her hair behind her ear, I shake my head. “We’re not old either.”
“I’d consider it,” she says at last. “Under the right circumstances. What about you?”
“I’d consider it,” I echo and wipe a little drip of ice cream from the corner of her mouth, then lick it off my thumb. “Under the right circumstances.”
We’re finished and about to leave when the door opens, and Tucker Hendrix walks in, followed by his sister, Ava.
“Hey!” Ava makes a beeline for Jules and hugs her tight. “I was going to call you later and ask if you need help at the restaurant, but I can see that you already have help.”
Ava turns to me with a knowing smile.
“I do have help,” Jules agrees. “But thanks for thinking of me. And who is this?”
“I’m Tucker,” the other man says, holding out his hand. “Ava’s oldest brother.”
“The famous oldest brother,” Jules says, and I take her hand out of his, thread our fingers, and glare at my friend, who just smirks.
Asshat.
“I decided to harass Tuck tonight,” Ava says. “It’s my little sister duty to check on him and make sure he’s taking his vitamins. You know, because he’s old.”
“We’re the same age,” I remind her, and Tucker smirks.
“And I’m their age,” Jules says with a laugh. “So go easy on the old people talk.”
Ava shakes her head. “No way, you don’t look a day over twenty-five.”
“I already knew I liked you, but now you’re my favorite,” Jules tells her.
“She just misses me,” Tucker says and ruffles Ava’s hair, which earns him a glare. “I’m her favorite brother.”
“Sure you are, because you’re buying me ice cream.” Ava smooths her hair out and then turns back to Jules. “I’ll call you later.”
Then she leans in and whisper-shouts, “And I want details.”
“No.” I shake my head, and with Juliet’s hand in mine, we walk back outside and get settled on the bike. All the way back to the house, her hands move up and down my chest and stomach, and then she plants them on the gas tank. With a smirk, I grab them and plant them back on my stomach.
I can feel her laughing behind me.
Gonna have to teach you a little lesson, Wildfire.
She leans into the turns with me, as naturally as if she’d been on this bike with me for twenty years, and then I park in the garage, and we put the helmets away and go inside.
Before she has the chance to do much of anything at all, I swing her onto my shoulder and march back toward the bedroom, making her gasp in surprise.
“What the hell?” She giggles and smacks my butt, and I return the favor by swatting her perfect globe of an ass, making her yelp. “Brooks!”
“You’re mine tonight.” I carry her into the bedroom and drop her onto the bed, and she pushes her hair out of her face. “You think you can touch me on my bike like that, get me so fucking hard I ache, and that I won’t fuck you the second we get home?”
She bites her plump lower lip in excitement, watching me.
“Clothes off. Now.” My voice is deeper, harder, and her eyes glass over, just the way I want them to.
My wildfire has a gorgeous submissive side.
“I won’t tell you twice.”
That sets her into motion, pulling her shirt over her head, then lying down to shimmy out of the jeans she wore for the bike. When she’s only in blue panties, I lift an eyebrow and cross my arms, rub my fingertip over my bottom lip, waiting.
“It all comes off.”
“I want you naked, too,” she says before swallowing hard.