Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 40566 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 203(@200wpm)___ 162(@250wpm)___ 135(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40566 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 203(@200wpm)___ 162(@250wpm)___ 135(@300wpm)
NINETEEN
SUTTON
“Holy shit.” I don’t cuss very often, but I can’t hold back when we step inside and I see my home, the place where my mom created so many memories, worked her fingers to the bone for to leave me something from her that would take a minimal amount of money, is destroyed.
“Yeah, I should have warned you. Wild tried to tidy up a few things after Shane left, but he was worried he’d throw something away,” Lawson states.
I walk through the pieces of furniture, a broken table here, a slashed couch there, punched walls every-freaking-where. Maybe some of them are even from him kicking the walls in. Who knows? And getting a truthful answer out of him will probably never happen.
“It’s okay. I mean it’s not, but everything of value was either in my bedroom or in the shed. Unless he managed to knock the door down to those places, everything should be fine.” I look at Ryland with hopefulness in my eyes.
“How about Lawson and Wild take a look at the shed? We’ll check your room. Load whatever you want in our trucks to take back home. My garage is empty, and you can store it in there until you figure out where you want it in our house.” I knew what Ryland and I have is rock solid, but hearing him call his house ours, well, it’s everything.
“Ryland.” It’s the same breathless tone he had me using last night and this morning. Only this morning, I rode his face then his cock, in that order. I’m not ashamed of my sexuality, but even I was apprehensive that he’d want to eat me when I was not what I’d call clean. Ryland had not one iota of trepidation. He licked me from ass to slit, over and over again. My fingers gripped the bottom of the headboard where the wood meets the mattress, my thighs trembling, and my head tipped back on my shoulders after I rode wave after wave. I felt like I was barely over one orgasm when he lifted me off his face and planted me on his cock. Then it was all me, each roll of my hips, the upward and downward motion, watching as his face flooded with the pleasure I created.
“Fuck me, I’m not taking you with my brother and our friend outside or anywhere near this place in its current state. When you say my name like that, though, it’s making me rethink my stance.” His hand cups the back of my neck, his fingers massaging my muscles. My eyes slide closed. I’m thinking about the way he let go inside of me. Each heavy spurt had me tightening my hold on his cock.
“Ry.” He walks me until my back meets the wall, his lips hovering an inch above mine.
“Later. We get this shit done, pick up our boy, have a family night, and then tonight, you’re mine, and I’m going to take my time, touch you everywhere, taste every last inch of you. And that baby I promised you, well, we’ll be working on that, too,” he promises with his words and with his body. I can feel his cock, hot and heavy, pressed against my center. Our combined jeans do nothing to conceal our want for one another.
“Yes, please.” His lips land on mine, and his mouth practically devours me, lips and tongue, soft and hard, and everything in between. My hands grip his trim waist, one leg hiking over his hip, spreading myself open for a pleasure only he can sate. I’m lost in the moment, losing myself in the man I love. All my worries seem to disappear anytime he’s near me, and I’m finding myself adoring him more each and every time.
“Fuck me.”
“You said that already,” I reply, licking my lips.
“It’s worth repeating.” He takes a step back, my leg slides down his, and he cups both of my cheeks. “About to get to more heavy stuff, hoping like hell this will be the last time until we hear back from the district attorney.” I inhale his scent, allowing it to ground me because he’s right. When that happens, it’s going to be a long and hard process.
“Alright.” My voice is still breathless, but what can I say? Even during the rough times, Ryland does this to me.
“You’re making it impossible for me to keep my head on straight.” Ryland shakes his head, more than likely getting his thoughts together, and I wait for him patiently. “I’m not asking you to make a decision today, but do you know what you want to do with the place?” I notice he doesn’t call this my home. He’d be right because this house is four walls and a roof. My home is wherever Ryland and Case are.
“Obviously, I’m not staying here. I couldn’t even if I wanted to, which I don’t. That being said, it needs work, a lot of it. Mom paid the house, and I’ve kept up on the taxes, so I’m thinking it could be a rental?” She put so much into this place that I’d hate to sell it as is when it could turn a profit eventually. I could put the money up for Case and any future children we earn from it. The bad part is, I don’t have much of a cushion to fall back on while fixing this place up.