Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 19583 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 98(@200wpm)___ 78(@250wpm)___ 65(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19583 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 98(@200wpm)___ 78(@250wpm)___ 65(@300wpm)
Meanwhile, Collin and I stay in the living room for a while.
My back is against his chest, his arms cradling me as the TV plays a Christmas movie neither of us seems to be watching. The tender tickle of his fingertips dances down the side of my ribs until they're thumbing their way under my waistband.
It feels like we're teenagers as I grab the throw blanket over the edge of the couch to slip it over us. Once I do that, the dam holding back our lust breaks. I turn over to unzip his pants and pull his cock out, wrapping my lips around his thick girth, bobbing up and down, and whimpering when his fingers tunnel through my hair.
He moans, and my eyes shift to look at him, the pleasure riding his face makes me increase my pace, but Collin doesn't let me stay down here for long. He pulls me up, filling my mouth with his tongue before turning me back to face the TV and yanking my pants down to fill my pussy with his cock.
My eyes are on the soft glow of the twinkling lights twined around the Christmas tree, the star on top slightly askew.
God, I haven’t felt this happy in years.
Our kiss muffles my cries of ecstasy as we move slowly, trying to hide the force of our lovemaking on my mother's couch, where she watches murder mysteries. Every thrust is a test of our restraint as we push, pull, and stop.
The sound of someone walking down the steps makes us pause and wait. I sit still in Collin's lap, my back to his chest, and he snickers, his arms around me, looking like we’re just cuddling and nothing more. The light from the fridge opening and closing precedes the sound of someone cracking open another can of beer. They take their time guzzling the drink and belching before taking sluggish steps back upstairs.
A bedroom door slamming gives us the all-clear to finish. We do our best, and it takes a light slap to my ass to get out of my head and back into it. Collin's thick girth and the possibility of us being caught push us both toward completion.
We come at the same time, Collin digging his fingers into my thighs and biting my shoulder.
Both of us let out a sigh of relief before making our way to my bedroom, where we could clean ourselves up. I don't know why, but I feel almost a decade younger. Maybe it's because we just did something naughty, but whatever.
We lie in bed, quiet but still awake. My mouth covers his lips, searching for the right words. "We're making this relationship real?"
"Damn right, we are." He hooks a finger under my chin and rests his forehead on mine. "I love you, Jelly Bean. Always have, always will."
My chest feels tight with emotion, and I blink hard. "I love you too, Collin. Always have, always will."
EPILOGUE
COLLIN
One Year Later
"What the hell were you doing? Skydiving?" Danielle says into the phone.
We're heading toward the largest hospital in Pittsburgh, making the drive from D.C. to the other end of Pennsylvania.
Mrs. Brogan's voice bellows through the car's sound system. "I finally listened to you, Dani. And don't rush, you're a thousand months pregnant and don't need to get scared into an early delivery."
That gets a laugh out of me, letting her mom know that I'm in the car, too. I ask, "How are you, Donna?"
"Oh, Collin, honey, I'm just fine. You know I never sky-dove before. Is that a word? I never skied or dived through it, and well, I listened to Dani's advice. You should know that she's amazing at her job. Of course you do, she helped you with your stage fright."
"Ping pong, Jelly Bean," I whisper to Dani.
"Mom." Dani pinches the bridge of her nose and inhales deeply. "What happened?"
"I tripped getting out of the taxi when I went to the sporting goods store and got a she-split for real." Donna laughs. "Oh, this medicine is delightful. I can't feel a thing."
"I think that's a splint, Mom, a shin splint," Danielle mumbles.
"Does it matter? The splint split my bone, and now here I am in the hospital, waiting for Josh and his firefighting lady friend to come help me get out of here to come home."
"Do you want us to go home or come to Pittsburgh?" Danielle asks.
"Go home. I'll be back in Heffen's Bluff in a day or two. Love you. Gotta go, there's a hot nurse coming to take my temperature."
The phone call drops before we can say anything else. My hand reaches over to rub her growing belly, our bundle of joy just beginning to flutter.
"How are you feeling, Jelly Bean?" I ask her.
"Like we could have stayed in D.C. the rest of the week like we planned to help that charity. You know how much I love working with those kids, but when Mom—"