Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 129084 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 645(@200wpm)___ 516(@250wpm)___ 430(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129084 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 645(@200wpm)___ 516(@250wpm)___ 430(@300wpm)
Honied heat engulfs me as she slides down, consuming me to the hilt. A pause has her steadying her breath as it deepens while she acclimates. I will never grow tired of how we fit together.
She begins to rock, taking her sweet time. I don’t mind the slow pace. It matches the hour, giving me time to soak her in, to appreciate the feel of her soft skin and the perfection of her tits bouncing before me. That mouth, though, has me reaching up to fill it with my fingers. “Suck.”
Her lips wrap around them and close, her tongue gliding to wet them. I pull out, keeping my eyes on her while I reach between us and rub them against her silken clit. I want to watch the buildup, feel the tightening of her body, and witness her peak as she falls apart on top of me.
Her moan teases my orgasm, summoning it to the surface, and my body tenses while chasing the heaven she creates.
“Noah.” My name falls from the edge of her tongue as her body tremors around me.
I’m sent spiraling into my release along with her. Holding her hips, I fuck until my body collapses beneath her. It’s so tempting to claim her in other ways, to make us legal on paper as well. I restrain the words from slipping out, knowing they’re better reserved for another day.
She lies on top of me and closes her eyes. The doodles from her fingers are drawings of figure eights. When her breath evens, I kiss her head and close my eyes, wanting to stay like this forever. She whispers, “I love you.”
I thought I was dreaming, but she’s real, and she’s mine. Liv’s my dream come true, and whatever was in that soup, I’m ordering it for her again. “I love you, too.”
35
Liv
As soon as the car pulls up to the curb, I kiss Noah and give Max a smooch. He’s all smiles for me this morning. The change in routine must be exciting for him. “So you’ll drop him off at Cassandra’s? Or you’re meeting her at the vet?”
“Her apartment. She said she’ll be back home by then. She just couldn’t make it across town in time for me to get to work at a reasonable hour.”
“Are they—”
“They’re going to the park, and she’ll bring him back to our place. Don’t worry. I’ve asked all the questions. I’ve got it covered, babe. Go before you’re late to the meeting.”
“Okay. Okay.” I force myself out of the vehicle but stand with the door open. After leaving sick last week, I don’t want to be late for the Monday morning meeting. Noah is always given more leeway since he’s in marketing, has a penis, and isn’t related to one of the owners of the company.
Go him!
He’s got the trifecta for earning my father’s respect. I roll my eyes but then realize I’m off in my head instead of appreciating my amazing life here. “Thank you for taking him.”
“No problem at all.”
“I love you guys.”
Noah stretches across Max’s car seat, reaching for me. Our hands connect, and he says, “I love you so much, Liv.”
It’s always too easy to get caught up in him. I need to go, though, or I’ll be late, and I don’t want to hear a snide comment from my dad in front of everyone. Or privately, for that matter.
Wearing his words like armor to protect me from the outside world, I step away from the car and close the door. I stay there, waving as they drive away.
When I turn around, my dad is standing there. Staring at me.
My breath catches in my throat. My palms begin to sweat. His silence is unnerving. His unflinching glare has me wanting to do anything to make him blink to break the anger in his face. “I can ex—”
He turns away and enters the building, leaving me on the sidewalk.
“Dad?” I run after him, swinging the door that he didn’t leave open for me.
The lobby bustles at rush hour, people cutting between us as I hurry after him. I bump into another lady and duck to the left before a delivery guy sideswipes me.
I see him ahead, stepping into an elevator, so I race and hop in before the doors close. It’s packed, and he’s at the back while I’m stuck in the front. The music plays too softly above our heads. I swear that everybody in the elevator can hear my heart pounding.
In the reflection of the metal doors, I see my dad leaning his head against the back wall. His eyes are closed, and although he’s skilled at holding his neutral expression, he can’t seem to hide his distress.
It’s the most human I think I’ve ever seen him.
The doors open, and I step out to let a grouping of others off on the fifth floor before getting back on. Glancing at the buttons, we have two more stops before we reach ours. This time, when I look in the reflection, I’m hit with his disappointment. He doesn’t blink, leaving no room to misinterpret his feelings.