Total pages in book: 296
Estimated words: 284055 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1420(@200wpm)___ 1136(@250wpm)___ 947(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 284055 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1420(@200wpm)___ 1136(@250wpm)___ 947(@300wpm)
Chuckling, I shake my head. “Fucking Diesel. It’s his birthday gift to me.” I roll my eyes with a sigh. “Told him I didn’t want him to do anything, but you know how well he listens.”
She furrows her brows at me, frowning. “I’m sorry I missed your birthday. I’m the worst wife ever.”
I look at my new watch—a gift from my parents and Rowan—and grin. “It’s not over yet. Plenty of time to make it up to me.” I waggle my brows.
“Well, in that case…let’s go inside.”
“I like that idea much better.” I wink.
After I grab the folder and her luggage, we walk back into the house and go straight into my bedroom. The moment the door is shut, I drop everything and wrap Zoey into my arms.
“I think it’s time we take a proper honeymoon, wife. What do you think?” I suck on her neck, brushing my facial hair against her skin because I know it drives her insane.
She arches, giving me better access. “Mmm…I like that idea very much.”
“Let’s start now.” My hands slide around her back and up her tank top. “We’ll call it a pre-honeymoon.”
She chuckles and raises her arms so I can take it off. “What about your company?”
“Meh. Let Diesel have fun with them. It’ll keep him away from my sister, at least.”
Zoey laughs, reaching for my shirt and lifting it over my head. “You won’t be able to forever, you know.”
“Yes, I will,” I state matter-of-factly, pulling her closer. “And that Trace douche? Pretty sure Diesel scared him away for good.”
“Poor Rowan,” she says.
Wrapping a hand around her, I unclasp her bra and toss it. “Can we not talk about my sister right now?”
“Would you rather talk about mine?” she counters, smirking.
“That’s…” I shake my head. “You’re weird. Clothes. Off. Now.”
Zoey laughs, unbuttoning her shorts. “Hey, you married me.”
“And I’d do it again,” I say without hesitation, undoing my jeans and kicking them off with my boxers.
“No regrets?” she asks as she slides her panties down.
“Fucking never.” I growl, launching myself toward her until she’s back in my arms. I cup her ass as she wraps her legs around me. “This just became the best birthday of my life.”
“Does this mean I have to put out for every birthday from now on?” she taunts as I place her on the bed and tower over her.
“You’ve set a precedent now,” I tell her. “Birthday sex is now a thing.”
She crosses her ankles behind my back, pushing me against her gorgeous naked body. “Okay. Sex on your birthday, breakfast in bed for mine.”
I smile against her collarbone as I feather kisses down her body. Lifting my head, I meet her eyes. “Wait, that sounds good. I want that too.”
“Nope, you only get one,” she says, then releases a moan when my erection brushes against her pussy.
“How about we both get breakfast in bed and sex on our birthdays, so really we get to celebrate twice?”
“Hmm…okay, deal.” She arches her back as I wrap my mouth around her peaked nipple.
“Look at us.” I flatten my tongue between her breasts. “Already making compromises as a married couple.”
“I’m nothing if not agreeable,” she hums. “Unless you think we’re moving too fast?”
Lifting up on my palms, I tower over her beautiful face. “I’m quite sure that ship sailed within the first twenty-four hours of meeting.” I lift my hips toward hers, letting her feel how hard I am. “I knew I wanted you the moment I saw you and fell head over heels in love with you within two weeks of you being here. There’s no slowin’ down, baby. Except when I’m devouring you…because I’ll take my time doing that.”
Leaning down on one elbow, I tilt up her chin and bring her mouth to mine.
“I don’t deserve you,” she says softly, dropping her legs on either side of me. “The way I hurt you…I’ll regret it forever.”
Brushing hair from her cheeks, I kiss her sad lips. “That’s something you’ll learn about the Bishops. We fall fast and love hard. You made a mistake, but that’s what makes you human, so forgive yourself, sweetheart. Because I already have.”
“I love you,” she whispers, capturing my mouth with hers. “I’ll spend the rest of my life proving that to you.”
Grabbing her thigh, I hitch it over my hip and squeeze her ass, before slapping it. “And I’ll enjoy every goddamn minute of it.”
Zoey pushes me down and straddles my waist with a shit-eating smirk on her face. “Then hang on, cowboy. It’s gonna be a bumpy ride.”
She presses her palms to my chest and lifts herself up. I grip her waist as she takes my cock and strokes it.
“Fuck…” I groan as my head falls back. A moment later, she positions it at her entrance, then slowly slides her body down. “Jesus Christ, Zoey.”