Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 98023 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98023 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
She searches my eyes for a long moment, and I’m on pins and needles, wondering what her response to that is going be.
“You want to know a secret?” she eventually asks, and it’s my turn to search her eyes.
“I’d love to.” Because I love you.
But she doesn’t respond with words. Instead, she leans forward to press her mouth to mine. Her kiss starts out soft and slow until a little moan escapes her throat, and she adjusts her body so she’s on top of me. Her thighs straddle my hips, and my bare cock is already growing hard again when she grinds herself against me.
“I’m on birth control now. Have been for a full cycle,” she whispers toward me before kissing me again. “And right now, I want to know what it feels like to have you inside me…bare.”
Fuck. Little Blake with the rapidly swelling head is happy—undeniably, physically so—but Big Blake is devastated that she’s completely avoided the entire subject of our relationship.
When she starts to grind herself against me some more and then begins to slide the tip of my cock inside her, my brain fucking buffers over how good she feels, and Little Blake officially wins.
“Lex.”
“Please,” she begs, and I’m too far gone on this girl to deny something she wants.
So, I slide myself inside her a little deeper. And a little deeper. And a little deeper until I’m pressed to the hilt. She’s warm and tight and fucking perfect, and I have to hold my breath for a good ten seconds just to keep myself from coming on the fucking spot.
“It feels so good.” She lets her head fall back, and her breasts bounce up and down with each panting breath.
“You feel so good,” I tell her and reach out to grip her hips, guiding us into a slow rhythm.
Her eyes meet mine again, and I swear, for the briefest of moments, I see her rare vulnerability. I see the way a sheen of emotion coats her beautiful eyes. In that moment, I know again, just like I did when I interrupted her with Adam this afternoon, I’m not the only one who has feelings.
She has feelings too. For me.
I’m going to do everything I can to make her mine, starting right now, with fucking her raw.
Friday August 1st
Lexi
St. Luke’s Medical Facility smells like antiseptic and memories as I head straight for the elevator, ride up five floors, and follow my dad’s quick text instructions on where to find him.
After our reconnection, I spent nearly Meredith-Grey-level amounts of time in these halls, meeting my bio dad for lunch or hanging out in his office when he had to work weekends. He wanted me around, in any way I could be, even when he was called to duty fixing people. I resisted at first, but the more he reached out, asking to see me for any amount of time I’d be willing, the more I started to cave. By the time a couple years passed, the hospital became my second home. He got job offers constantly, but he never moved from St. Luke’s—because I was here.
I practically had to bash him over the head to get him to accept the job in Germany. I appreciate the dedication to being an active parent, considering how we started, but I’m a grown woman now. Chaining himself to New York until he’s six feet under seems like overkill.
I smile when I spot a shiny gold-plated name on the door—Dr. Nick Raines, Head of Neurosurgery—a niggle of actual excitement at seeing my dad in the flesh reminding me that I really am human after all.
Crossing the threshold of his office, I find my father sitting behind an impressive desk, his face entranced with whatever he’s looking at on his laptop.
“Even after a yearlong stint in Germany, St. Luke’s has welcomed you back with open arms,” I announce as I shut the door behind me.
My dad looks up, a grin spreading across his face and crinkling the crow’s-feet around his eyes. It’s been a whole year since I’ve seen him in person, aside from a few FaceTime calls, and except for a little more gray threaded through his hair, he hasn’t changed a bit.
“I never resigned from my position here, Lex,” he corrects, and I just roll my eyes as I round his desk to check out whatever has him so invested in his computer screen. A comprehensive list of clinical data for a drug called NVG-291 sits at the forefront, and I already know this is related to Scottie.
“You think she’s a candidate for it?” I question, and he shrugs as he closes the screen of his laptop before my eyes can read through all the statistical data on the cutting-edge treatment.
“I think I’ll know more when I conduct a few more studies myself.”