Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 91937 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91937 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
I put my hand on his bare chest. “Stop.”
“No.” He shakes his head, picking me up off the stool and placing me on the counter with my legs open so he can stand between them. “He was the second thing I thought of tonight after the shock of seeing her at my door. What if Wyatt was here? What would he think?”
“Well, he’s seven, so I’m not sure he would think anything.” I rub his cheek, as he looks into my eyes.
“Maybe not now,” Brady says, “but he’ll remember and then he’ll ask questions.”
“Good news is he wasn’t here, so we don’t have to cross that bridge when we get there.”
“I know you are going through a lot,” he says softly. “I know he’s going through a lot, and the past six months have not been easy. I want him to be free of all of this. I don’t want him to worry about when his father will come crashing into the house the next time. I want him to go to school and worry about if he’s going to make the football team and not have to worry about anything else.” He swallows, and my heart soars in my chest because this man is so in love with my kid, and it’s more than anything I could have ever wished for. “I want him to know how much you both mean to me. I want him to wake up feeling safe. I want him to wake up knowing his mother is safe. I want him—” I shush him by putting my fingers on his lips to stop him from talking.
“You know how I said I sort of loved you too?” I say with a smile. “I was kinda lying to you.” His hands rub the sides of my legs as he pulls me even closer to him, and my legs wrap around his waist. “I don’t sort of love you.” He gets a sly smile. “I really love you.”
CHAPTER 35
Brady
“I really love you,” she says, and my hand moves from her hip to her side and up to her neck, pulling her to me.
“That so?” I smile before my lips find hers, and my tongue finds her mouth. We spent an hour in that fucking tub, just making out, so I was already on the edge. I move my hand down her shirt and pull it off her, leaving her naked on the fucking counter. “Do you know how many times I’ve thought about fucking you on this counter?”
“No.” She shakes her head.
“The number of times I wanted to do this to you.” I put her foot on the counter and then put the other foot up, leaving her open for me. I lean in, take her nipple in my mouth, sucking it and then moving to her next one, before squatting down and coming eye to eye with her pussy. “This right here.” I lick her slit. “Fuck, I’ve been dying to eat you on this fucking counter.” My tongue flicks her clit.
“Brady,” she moans my name as she places one hand behind her to hold her up and the other hand in my hair. “No one but you.”
“You got that right,” I confirm, sliding my fingers into her. “No one but fucking me.” I suck her clit as I finger-fuck her on the island. Her breathing comes in pants as she moves her hips up to get more of me.
“I need more,” she finally confesses. “I need you in me.” She looks down at me. “Now, please.”
I slide my fingers out of her, licking them clean. “I have to go get a condom.”
“I’m on birth control,” she informs me.
“I haven’t been with anyone in over six months,” I assure her. “Got my physical a couple of weeks ago. I’m clean, and I’ve always used protection.”
“I’m okay with it, if you’re okay with it,” she shares, and I pull down my shorts, my cock springing free when she grips it in her hand. My mouth finds hers as our tongues meet, and she rubs my cock up and down her slit before placing it at her entrance. “Make me yours,” she urges softly. My eyes stare into hers as I slip my cock into her an inch at a time. My jaw is tight feeling the wetness and the heat of her, having nothing between us.
We both watch until I’m buried into her to the root. “You’re mine.” I slide my tongue into her mouth, pulling my cock out and then slamming back into her. “Tell me.” I let go of her lips, holding on to her neck as I fuck her on the counter. “Tell me who you belong to.”
She closes her eyes, and I know she’s close. I can feel her pussy choking my dick. “Tell me who you belong to.” I can feel the tightness in my balls. “Tell me,” I hiss.