Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 29620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 148(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 148(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
“I’m on birth control. Have been for a while.”
“Fuck yes.” He claims my mouth in another kiss. The head of his cock starts to press inside of me. He freezes when he gets to the thin barrier of my virginity.
“Don’t stop now,” I breathe against his mouth.
“I love you,” he says again before he thrusts into me fully. I gasp, my nails digging into his shoulders. The pain is sharp and fast but fades quickly. As I stare up into Tyson’s eyes, he actually looks to be in more pain than me. He holds completely still, waiting for me to adjust to him. I can always count on this man to look out for me.
“If you love me, Tyson, then you’ll move.” I try to lift my hips, but I’m pinned under him. He lets out a groan but does as I ask. He pulls out, thrusting back in quickly. My eyes stay locked on his face, wanting to see every bit of his pleasure.
As my own pleasure starts to build, I lift my hips, meeting each of his movements. “So damn tight. I’m not gonna last.” He sounds almost panicked, and I know he doesn't want to come without me.
“I’m close,” I admit.
Tyson’s hand slips between us, his fingers going straight for my clit. His touch is all I need to give me the final push over the edge. My sex locks around his cock, and I come with his name on my lips. I cling to him, surprised at how hard I orgasmed.
He groans my name before coming with me. His warmth spills inside of me, connecting us in a way I know deep down we’ll only ever share.
CHAPTER 21
TYSON
“Can I see now?”
“Not yet.” I maneuver Rory carefully through the door. Her brothers—hiding on the side of the porch—cover their mouths to muffle their giggles, but Logan isn’t quite successful.
Rory’s head whips toward the sound, and I barely manage to keep my hands over her eyes. “Logan?”
Another giggle leaks out before Dean slaps his thirteen-year-old hand over Logan’s unmanageable eight-year-old mouth. It’s been two years since Rory and I got married on Christmas Day. My mom’s feelings are still hurt, but she’s gotten over it by pouring her motherly love into Dean and Logan. Dad’s playing catch with Dean every day, molding him into the next NFL quarterback, something I never had the ambition to do.
I may have hurried things unnecessarily, but I wanted to give Rory stability and security. Plus, once we were married, she was more amenable to expanding the delivery service, hiring more people who needed jobs, and taking on a more managerial role.
“Why are we outside? You didn’t buy that car, did you?”
I also demanded she take care of all my money—both my earning from the videos and endorsements as well as the trust.
I used to do it, but it was nice leaving that in her hands. She’s strict with the money, though, and tells me I’m way too frivolous. I think we make a good team. If Rory was in charge, we’d eat spaghetti and ramen for dinner, but the family needs steak now and then.
“No. I didn’t replace your Jeep.” Even though that thing seems to be one pothole away from collapsing, I’ve honored her wishes and not bought her a car. She usually drives my truck anyway. Besides, my parents are buying her a car this Christmas. She can’t tell them no.
I nod toward Dean, who flips a switch, and as soon as the snow starts falling, I take my hands away and shout, “Merry Christmas!”
“Merry Christmas!” yell her brothers. Logan runs over and throws himself at Rory’s legs.
“Do you love it, Rory, do you love it?”
Rory holds out her hands, her face glowing with wonder. “Is…this snow?”
“It is snow, Rory,” Logan says at the top of his lungs. “Isn’t it cool?”
“How?” Her brows furrow together as she searches for the snow-making machine, but it’s around the corner of the small house hidden by a bunch of saw horses and lumber that I’m using to build an addition. My latest DIY series is bringing in big numbers. Nothing my followers enjoy more than seeing me sweat, for some reason.
“It’s magic,” I tell her and steer her away from the machine and into the small snowfall. It’s cold for Texas, but not cold enough to prevent the snow from melting the moment it hits the ground. Still, as long as you look up or forward, it feels winter-y.
“Why do I feel like it would’ve been cheaper for you to replace the Jeep?”
“Nah, I’m frugal now. This is courtesy of Wendy’s Heating and Cooling over in Jackson City. I’ll film Dean and Logan pelting me with snowballs later for an ad.”
Rory pats me on the shoulder. “Good job out of you.”
“Great. Then let’s enjoy the snow.” I pick up a thermos I left before I brought her out and unscrew the top. “Hot chocolate.” I hand her the cup and drape a candy cane over the edge. “And a hat.” Dean hands me the red scarf, hat, and mittens set. I tug the hat over her head and wrap the scarf around her neck. “It’s cold in the snow.”