Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 64617 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 258(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64617 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 258(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
I skimmed my lips along her pouty mouth, murmuring, “Do you like that?”
“Aiden,” she panted, molding herself into my chest. My warm breath ignited her cool skin in a frenzy of shivers as I continued to tease my way from ear to ear. Lightly pecking along her jawline till a moan escaped her mouth, “Yes, right there.”
She was sitting on my desk, and I was standing in between her long legs. My hands roaming up and down her bare thighs, kneading, squeezing, and bringing her ass closer to the edge of the old tarnished wood.
We were in my room on a Saturday night, supposedly studying, but there wasn’t much of that going on. Our books were scattered around my room, note cards sprawled across the worn carpet, notebooks flung onto my small twin bed in the corner. Next to the other two beds that occupied the rest of the space.
My foster assholes were gone for the night to who the fuck knows where. And the three kids I shared a room with were sleeping over at friends’ houses.
All that mattered was we were alone, and Bailey was in my arms.
My nose skated up the side of her neck, inhaling the scent of her sunflower perfume. She smelled like everything I ever wanted.
“My foster family took in a new kid,” she said out of nowhere. Trying to get her mind to think straight, and not let it wander to what she wanted me to do with my hands.
We’d never gone further than kissing, but I swear something felt different about tonight.
I grinned. “Does he smell like a butthole?”
She turned ten shades of red. “Oh my God, Aiden.” She tried to push me away, I didn’t move an inch. “You’re never going to let me live that down, are you?”
“Never.” I smiled, kissing her luscious lips.
“I was a mess.”
“You were adorable.”
“You always say that.”
“I only speak the truth.”
She rolled her eyes, smiling. “I thought you were going to kiss me.”
“Where do you want my mouth, Bailey? Here?” I pecked her lips, softly grazing my mouth down to her cleavage. “Here?” Never taking my eyes off her heated stare, I slowly got down on my knees, groaning, “Or here?” Licking my lips, I nodded to her pussy.
Her breath hitched and her legs locked up.
“Do you trust me?”
“With my life.”
I smiled, biting my lower lip. “I can make you feel good, Bay. Really, really good.”
“Oh yeah? Where’d you learn how to do that?”
“A man never reveals his secrets.”
“Oh! Is there a man in this room?” she mocked, and I bit the inside of her thigh. “Ouch!”
“Be a good girl, or you don’t get a happy ending.”
“I don’t want a happy ending. I want a happily ever after. With two sons named Jackson and Jagger who look exactly like their daddy.”
I kissed the spot where I had just bit her, gradually making my way up her leg. “Is that right?”
“Mmm hmm…”
“Seems like you’ve given this a lot of thought, Bailey Button, not to be confused with Belly Button.”
“Are you trying to make me cry?”
“No, I’m trying to make you wet. Is it working?”
She giggled. “Maybe you should see for yourself, Aiden Pierce.”
“Are you testing me, baby? Cuz you know I want nothing more than to bury my face inside of your panties right now.”
Her mouth dropped open. “Where did you learn to talk like this?”
“Why? You like it?”
She cleared her throat. “Maybe.”
“Good,” I rasped. “Spread your legs further for me then.”
She did, shaking a little. Anticipating what I had in store for her.
“Jackson and Jagger, huh? Sounds like you want a country band.”
“Maybe I do. You’d look so cute wearing a cowboy hat.”
I spread her legs wider, continuing my way up her inner thigh.
In the best Southern accent I could muster, I replied, “Now I reckon that means we’d need a little girl who looks just like her momma, and by that, I mean you.”
“A little girl? Then I’d have to share my thunder.”
“A king needs a princess as much as he needs a queen.”
She beamed, her heart of gold melting in the palm of my hand with each word that left my tongue. I stared deep into her eyes. “Promise me you’ll give me a baby girl who we will name Journey.”
“Jackson, Jagger, and Journey? Now that sounds like a country band if I ever heard one.”
With a serious expression, I stated the truth, “We have a long road ahead of us, baby, but it will always be worth the journey. Because at the end of the day, it’s what leads us back to each other.”
Her eyes watered and her lip trembled.
“Promise me, Bailey.”
“I promise.” She wiped away a tear.
“Happy tears, right?”
She nodded. “How do you do that, Aiden? How can you look at me like that?”
“Like what?”
“Like I’m your whole world.”
“It’s easy. You are,” I simply stated, meaning each and every word.