Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 77852 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77852 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
So fucking good.
She lay on top of me and kissed me, gave me her tongue as my cock softened inside her cunt. She moved her hands into my hair and kissed me with more passion than she ever had. Her lips moved against mine with purpose, her tongue danced with mine. She moaned into my mouth like my kisses were as good as sex.
I squeezed her thighs and kissed her back.
She spoke against my mouth. “Again.”
I smiled in between our kisses, feeling the intensity of her attraction. “Alright. Again.”
* * *
We had breakfast on the terrace again, but this time, it was just my parents and Vanessa. Carter was spending time with his parents at their place. Muse needed more time getting ready, so I headed down before her so I could enjoy my coffee.
My parents were already there, sitting under the Tuscan sun just as they did when I was growing up. Vanessa was dressed for a photo shoot even though it was just a Saturday morning with her family.
“How’d you sleep?” my mother asked.
After I let Muse have her way with me twice, pretty damn well. My childhood bed was as comfortable as ever. Now her scent was on the sheets and in the room, giving it a womanly touch that hadn’t been there before.
Because only girls had been there.
“Good,” I answered. “How about you guys?”
“I always sleep well,” Mom answered. “With your father beside me every night.”
My father was as stern as ever, not reciprocating her words with noticeable affection.
Vanessa stuck out her tongue in disgust.
Mom swatted her wrist. “When you bring your husband home, you want me to make that face at you?”
“If I talk like that, please,” Vanessa countered.
“Did Sapphire sleep alright?” Mom asked.
“Yeah, she’s just finishing getting ready,” I answered. She wanted to do her hair and makeup perfectly for my parents. When it was just the two of us, she didn’t care about her appearance. But now, she actually wanted to make a good impression. I wasn’t worried about her telling my family my secret anymore. Hadn’t crossed my mind once.
“Maybe you two should stay for another night,” Mom said. “Take her down to the winery and show her around.”
As much as I’d like to stay, I had a lot of preparations to complete. “I would, but I have too much work to do. But once this show is over, I’ll take a vacation and stay down here for a while.”
Mom smiled at that comment. “That sounds nice. I would like to get to spend more time with both of you.”
My parents did their best not to be clingy with me, but I noticed the pain in their eyes every time I left. If they had it their way, I would be down the road from them just the way Cane was. Maybe one day it could be that way. But for now, it was too difficult. “We’d like that too.”
Muse came down a moment later, looking beautiful in her new skirt and a drapey top with a floppy hat to keep the sun out of her face.
I stood up and pulled out her chair for her.
She hesitated slightly at my politeness since I didn’t do this when it was just the two of us.
I leaned down and kissed her on the lips. “You look beautiful.”
She kissed me back quickly, self-conscious with my parents sitting there. But she smiled anyway. “Thank you.”
I scooted in her chair then sat beside her.
Vanessa stared at me in shock.
“What?” I asked with a glare.
“I just didn’t know you were capable of being a gentleman,” Vanessa said. “That’s all…”
Mom chuckled before she drank her coffee.
My father acted like he hadn’t heard her. He tuned out the heated conversations between my sister and me. All he had to do was say a single word, and it would silence the argument immediately.
We enjoyed breakfast and made small talk about the weather and the vineyards. My hand rested on Muse’s thigh because it was impossible for me to sit beside her without touching her. Muse ate everything on her plate and helped herself to the bread on the table. She ate a lot more that morning than she ever did a home, clearly comfortable around my parents and in a good mood.
I liked to watch her eat. The girls at the studio drank hot water for breakfast and ate a simple slice of salmon for lunch. Their lives revolved around starving themselves and working out. I understood that was how it had to be, but I didn’t want Muse to have those eating habits. I wanted her to eat like a real person. I wanted her to be strong and healthy. She wasn’t on the runway, so her weight didn’t matter. When she was in my bed, she could be any weight she wanted to be.