Total pages in book: 212
Estimated words: 207966 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1040(@200wpm)___ 832(@250wpm)___ 693(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 207966 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1040(@200wpm)___ 832(@250wpm)___ 693(@300wpm)
“Water?” Nolan offered.
I shook my head, tagged her hand and pulled her out of there.
***
“Get on my face,” I ordered.
“Doesn’t it hurt?” she asked, “it looks like it hurts.”
I slapped her bare ass and dragged her onto my face so I could swipe my tongue through her wet folds. I moaned and clenched her ass.
“Oh yeah, baby,” she whimpered. “Am I hurting you?”
“Yeah, G, it hurts. But it’s a good hurt. Because this hurt means I finally got to fuckin’ pummel that fucker’s face. Now, ride my face, baby.”
With my hands full of my girl’s sweet ass, I feasted on her, watching her throw her head back, press her hands on the wall above my headboard, and then she cried out my name in that sexy as fuck, husky voice of hers as I sucked her clit hard.
I flipped us, putting her on her back at the bottom of my bed, then I slammed home. Her tight walls fluttered around my cock as she grabbed my face with both hands.
I hissed at the pain. I’d have a nasty bruise on my jaw from the fight, but she was so lost in sensation she missed the hiss, fucking my mouth with her hot little tongue.
I threaded our fingers together and pinned her hands above her head while hammering my hips in a forward motion, watching her sexy mouth form the letter O before she abruptly arched, crying out my name as her cunt spasmed around me. Her ankles hooked around my waist, and I accelerated my pace, let go of one hand and pinched her nipple while she continued to cry out.
My load shot deep as I groaned out her name. And then I floated down off a cloud of fucking bliss to curl up tight with my girl.
Her phone rang.
“Ignore it,” I ordered.
She snuggled in.
Immediately after it stopped, it started up again.
“Fuck,” I muttered.
She rolled half off the bed to fetch it from the tangle of clothes on the floor.
“It’s Aunt Tam.”
“Answer it.”
“Hello? Hey, Aunt Tammy.”
I felt her body deflate as I heard the soft voice through the phone say, “Honey, I’m so sorry, but… your Aunt Francie? She’s gone.”
The phone fell out of Gigi’s hand onto the floor.
27
We were in Lunenburg, Nova Scotia with “Aunt Tammy” who insisted as soon as we met that she was now my aunt, too.
She’d already had Francie cremated. The ashes were picked up just before she got us from the Halifax airport. She showed us to the guest room and invited us to rest, saying she was making dinner.
We were only staying a couple days. Gigi got the senior home to bump her start date by another week and said she knew that’d been pushing it.
Gigi examined the cardboard box in her hands. “She told us to spread the ashes and not to…” She made her voice sound raspy, “Don’t waste no money on some fancy-ass urn that’s gonna sit in yer house and collect dust, girl.”
“Where are you gonna spread them,” I asked.
“I scattered Kailey’s at the waterfront in town. I think maybe here. At this shoreline. She loved to sit in that swing down there. Stare out at the horizon.”
“Do that tomorrow?” I suggested.
“Yeah,” she said, staring out at the water.
“This is a great spot,” I said. “I can see why you like it here. Peaceful.”
“Love it here. I’d love a place on the water one day.”
“Let’s make that happen, then,” I stated.
She smiled, eyes lighting up, warming my insides.
Tammy brought out a meal and we sat on the screened-in patio. It was well into autumn now and the leaves were turning. It’d be soon time to put away my motorcycle for the winter. And it wasn’t the first time I’d been thinking it’d be nice to live somewhere I could ride year-round.
After dinner, Tammy brought out a pot of coffee and showed photo albums of when they were younger, when Francie didn’t wear a constant scowl on her face.
“She looks so happy,” Gigi said.
“She was,” Tammy, the rounded blonde woman with the kind smile and the big dimples agreed. “She was madly in love with Barry. And then he broke her heart two days before their wedding day by runnin’ off with another woman and she turned so bitter. It’s sad how some people let one big disappointment stay like a cloud following them around the rest of their life.”
“Yeah,” Gigi said softly, fingertip caressing the picture.
“She was glad you called me, Gianna. She wasn’t quite her old self the past little while, but she said she felt a lot better than she was while she was up here. This was a good place for her to finish up.”
“She definitely was better the last few weeks,” G agreed. “Thank you for having her here. For being with her at the end. I’m sorry I wasn’t here when it happened.”