Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 37728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
“Fucking quit. I’ll undress you, help you in the bath, help you out of the bath. Stand there and be still for me, would you?”
“Sir, yes, sir,” she jokes. My hand takes over, flicking the clasp in one go. Her tits shake with her laughter, and my eyes leave hers to watch as more of her body is presented to me.
“Birdie, damn it, woman. You are doing nothing in the way of helping my dick stay in my pants.” I drop the red lace bra to the floor and watch as her thighs clench together as I breathe in her scent. Fuck, this is going to be a lot more difficult than I planned.
“You act like I can help the fact that my body reacts to the merest touch of yours.” I pull the remainder of the lace down her legs. It’s a fucking match to her bra, and there she is, soaked. Wetness is coating her bare pussy. I lick my lips, close enough to take from her yet holding myself back in order not to hurt her.
“Same goes, Birdie, same fucking goes. Come on, time to get you in the bath.” I’m going to need a minute to calm my shit, or I’m going to strip down and get in with her. My hand clutches hers, and I catch a glimpse of us in the mirror. Birdie is naked to my clothed, she’s soft to my hard, she is fucking magnificent, and she’s all fucking mine.
“I think I can get in on my own. Getting out will be the hardest,” she tells me after a few short steps. We’re already in front of the tub, and I shake my head.
“All the same, I’ll help you in, just to be on the safe side. Now isn’t the time to be independent, baby. Let me help you so you don’t suffer.” My hand slides from hers to her elbow, holding it in a firm and steady grip.
“One day, you’re going to be in a similar position, and just wait and see how you act. You’re going to hate every second of me taking care of you as well as not allowing you to do anything.” She lifts one leg up, her toes meeting the water first, making sure it’s to her liking before placing her foot completely in the water.
“Highly unlikely, but sure, we’ll go with that.” She grumbles in the back of her throat, and I smile. I’d be the worst patient there is, which is why I plan on not doing anything to turn me into one. I wait until she’s completely submerged and the water is up to her shoulders before I turn the water off. “You need anything before I get dinner started?” I ask. Her eyes are closed, head tipped back, and I make a note to get her some shit like a pillow or something, maybe one of those bathtub trays Mom has in hers, and whatever else.
“My phone? I want to check on Tully.”
“You got it.” I’m bent at the waist, moving a tendril of her hair and placing a kiss on her forehead. I’ve got to get shit done, and staying here in the bathroom with her won’t accomplish cooking dinner, that’s for sure.
16
BIRDIE
“I have a major bone to pick with you, Birdie Robertson. Some best friend you are.” Lane brought my phone to me along with a pain reliever and a drink to wash it down with—shirtless. The only piece of fabric on his body was a pair of worn-in denim jeans perfectly molded to his thick thighs and firm butt. There’s something about Lane barefoot, comfortable in his own skin and looking so damn sexy I have to keep my thighs clenched permanently.
“You can yell at me later. Are you settled? Do you need anything, groceries, a hot meal? And don’t you dare say I’ve done enough, Tallulah Jennings, because I have not done enough.” I’m pointing my finger at the wall that holds a mounted television as if she’s in front of me. Jesus, Lane really likes his TVs. There’s a massive one in the living room, one in the bedroom, and one in the bathroom. He took the bachelorhood meaning and ran with it. I haven’t been adventurous enough to check if there’s one in the garage or on the back porch. I’d be willing to bet there’s one in the garage, at the very least.
“What? No ma’am. Do not even come at me with that line of bullshit. We may not be sisters by blood, but you, my dear, are stuck with me, and we are sisters in every other way imaginable. I’m good on the food. Your mom stopped by with the most delicious thing I’ve ever put in my mouth.” I slap a hand over my mouth, trying not to let the snort loose, as well as the laughter that will come with it. It’s impossible. There’s no way to hold it in.