Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 73311 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73311 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
And she did moments later. She called out my name in a fervent whisper, her hands slapping down on the wall so hard that I feared she’d hurt her sore arm, but she didn’t indicate anything was wrong.
If anything, she started to push harder, demanding me in rough whispers to hurry up and take her.
Not one to refuse a woman in need, I stood up hastily, fumbling at the belt of my jeans.
She turned around and helped me, shoving down my underwear and jeans all at once with frantic hands.
I picked her up and settled her down on my cock.
The angle of her legs was odd, due to her pants still being around her ankles, but neither one of us seemed to care as I took her roughly against the wall next to my room.
I turned her to face the wall, then lifted her up with one arm around her waist. I pressed her into the wall as I did for more traction, and pistoned my cock inside of her.
She felt phenomenal.
Soft, tight, hot and wet.
Each thrust of my hips pushed me higher and higher, and before I knew it, I was coming—shooting high and hard inside of her as I did.
Her breath left her, and it was only as I was coming down from my orgasm that hers took her over.
I felt every single pulse and clench of her around my cock, and I idly wondered if I’d ever be the same again.
Or whether I even wanted to be the same.
She made me feel more in the short amount of time that I’d known her than I’d felt in my thirty-four years of life.
She’d certainly given me more pleasure and happiness than Lynn had ever given me, and I knew that I was lost.
So lost that I was sure I’d never find a way back.
“You’re quiet,” she whispered.
“I love you.”
Her breath hitched.
“You do?” she gasped in surprise.
“I do,” I confirmed, pulling out of her slowly.
Her feet dropped to the floor, and she hastily yanked her pants back up her thighs, settling them in place before she nose-dived into my chest.
“That’s the best thing you’ve ever said to me.”
I chuckled quietly as I wrapped my arms around her.
“I love you, too,” she said after a while.
The lights above us turned on, and Truth’s voice started down the hallway toward us.
He was on the phone, though, which was why he didn’t see my bare ass until I was pushing Imogen into my room.
“Nice ass, Moony!”
I winced.
“You think he’s going to forget he saw that?” she asked hopefully.
I looked her deep into the eyes, and shook my head. “Not a chance.”
Chapter 17
I’m just a girl, standing in front of a salad bar, wishing it was an all you can eat buffet.
-Imogen’s secret thoughts
Imogen
I wanted to laugh the moment my father met Aaron the next morning.
There was a moment of silence, and then a wide smile split both men’s faces.
“When did you serve?” Aaron asked my dad.
He’d taken one look at my father and immediately fallen into an easy camaraderie with him.
My father may be a doctor, but he was also a badass.
He was fifty-nine years old, but he didn’t look a day over forty. He had dark brown hair that was styled to military preciseness. A large, muscular build that had intimidated each and every boyfriend of mine he’d met and hard eyes that could see down to your soul.
Today, like any other day, he was in a black t-shirt, his hospital scrub bottoms, and combat boots.
Yes, you heard that right.
Combat boots.
“Dad,” I said, interrupting the two lovebirds. “Did you or Mom cook breakfast? I’m starving.”
“No,” my sister butted in. “But I did.”
“Eeeeeee!” I screamed, turning on a twirl and barreling straight for my sister, the one that was supposed to be halfway around the world. “Howareyouhererightnow?”
My scream brought Davis, who I just now realized was on the couch asleep, awake with a startle and a gasp.
My mom came barreling out of the bedroom naked but for a short robe—and yes, it was obvious that her and my dad had done it—like her heels were on fire.
“What’s wrong?” Mom gasped, but instantly stopped the moment she saw me running towards my sister.
Before I could breathe or even blink, my sister had her arms around me, and we were bouncing around and crying into the other’s neck.
“You’re home!” I wailed.
“I’m home!” she wailed back.
“Jesus,” my father groaned. “This is fucking ridiculous.”
Then Sunny was there, too, in the middle of our hug, as was my mom.
“Ahh, guys,” Davis broke in. “I think there’s something wrong with Aunt Imogen’s arm.”
Everyone broke away from me, and I held my arm up only to find bright red blood seeping into the fabric of my shirt.
Then I found myself with my dad on one side, and my man on the other, both fussing over me.