Total pages in book: 150
Estimated words: 147136 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 736(@200wpm)___ 589(@250wpm)___ 490(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 147136 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 736(@200wpm)___ 589(@250wpm)___ 490(@300wpm)
“Alone cuddles?” he repeated, fighting a smile while tucking his hands underneath his head and stretching his body out.
His cock was still half hard and lay heavy on his thigh.
I really wanted alone cuddles with that.
I snatched my panties off the floor, explaining, “Yes. I wanted time with you before Sir got done licking the peanut butter out of his Kong toy and came looking for us. Now because of your antics, we won’t have that. I can’t just ignore him.”
“Sure you’re heartbroken over it,” Brian joked. “Think you like time with Sir over time with me.”
I stopped halfway to the bathroom, panties in hand, shot him a look over my shoulder with eyes hard and narrowing, and firmly disagreed.
“That’s absurd.”
“Yeah?”
“Absolutely.”
“See you’re not arguing it, though.”
“It’s absurd and doesn’t even warrant the time to argue.”
“Using time to tell me it’s absurd, Wild. Could be using that time to tell me I’m wrong, but you’re not.”
My eyes narrowed farther.
“Now you’re the one being cute,” I told him because he was.
He grinned then, full lips stretching wide, and it was so beautiful I couldn’t keep my eyes narrowed for fear I’d miss the full impact of a grin like that.
My face relaxed, my breath left me in a whoosh, and the flip and twist happened, right on cue.
“What?” Brian asked after I kept staring silently.
I swallowed.
“I just love you,” I said with a quiet voice, shrugging. “That’s all. Nothing new, it’s just, I’m feeling it on a deeper level right now. You’re hitting my soul. No one’s ever hit that.”
His grin wavered, softening to something equally beautiful.
“Come here,” he murmured.
I bit my lip.
“Um …” I looked down at my thighs pressing together then back up at him. “I’d love to, so much, but I need to get cleaned up. And I need to get Sir before he destroys something.”
He sat up and swung his legs over the edge of the bed, keeping his eyes on me.
“Handle what you need to handle in there, then I want you back in this bed and in my arms. I got Sir.”
He stood, grabbed his boxers off the floor, and started pulling them on.
I stared at Brian while he did this, running my gaze over his hard body and appreciating the view.
His muscled back, leaned out hips, and fantastic ass, sculpted to perfection.
Damn.
I was totally an ass girl now. Not that I’d ever heard women declaring something like that before, that was typically a guy thing, but if the trend ever picked up for the female population, I knew where I stood.
Sir barked again at the door and scratched once more on the wood. He was growing impatient.
Instinctively, I turned to let him in.
“Go,” Brian said with a firm tone, halting me and reminding me of my instructions. He snapped the band of his boxers against his stomach and moved around the bed.
I stepped inside the bathroom and quickly cleaned myself up before pulling on my panties. After a quick check on my reflection in the mirror, finger-combing my roughed-up locks and wiping underneath my bottom lip, where my rose-tinted ChapStick had smudged, I cut the light and went back out into the bedroom.
Both of my boys were on the bed, as expected.
Brian was on his side with his arm out, pushing Sir back when he got too close but doing it gently and in a way Sir found playful.
He was growling back at Brian, bouncing swiftly right and then left, trying to pounce on him from every angle and getting denied, his little stubbed tail wagging back and forth at a rapid pace.
I smiled at the two of them as I came to my side of the bed.
Bending, I grabbed the top I’d been wearing all day and slipped it on, planted my knee on the edge of the bed, put my weight on it, and was pulling up my other knee to climb on when my cell rang.
“Shoot.”
I rocked back, getting to my feet again, walked over to where my phone was charging on the dresser, saw the caller’s name flashing on the screen, and left it to ring, returning to the bed.
“Who is it?” Brian asked, pushing Sir away again.
I shook my head. “No one I want to talk to right now.”
Brian kept looking at me after I sat on the bed and started playing with Sir. I could feel his attention, then our eyes locked and he asked, “Who?” in a way I knew he was thinking it was Marcus calling. His tone was flat and uninterested but had an edge to it.
He hated Marcus, for reasons justified and ones he couldn’t explain.
I understood it.
When you loved someone, they became your only and you wanted to be theirs, but the reality was sometimes you could only be their now and possibly their forever if you were lucky enough, but you could never be their only.