Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 78894 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78894 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
She patted me on the chest and chuckled. “We got in yesterday, but we didn’t want to spoil your party.”
A small part of me wondered if they had left town at all and had simply gone to a hotel to give me more privacy.
I silently thanked God they hadn’t come over last night, or it never would have happened between me and Palmer. “Where’s your luggage?” I asked.
Dad gave Palmer a hug and then put Charlie on his shoulders. “Tell me all about your first New Year’s Eve party, buddy.”
As they started off for the family room, my mom followed, with me and Palmer taking up the rear.
“It’s at the bed and breakfast we booked,” Mom said.
“Mom, you don’t—”
She held up her hand to stop me from talking. “Mason, we want to stay there and give you some privacy.” Her eyes dropped to where I’d clasped Palmer’s hand with my own. “I have a feeling you’ll be needing it.”
Palmer blushed, and I was pretty sure I did as well.
“Now, we came to gather up Charlie to take him snowshoeing in the park. I figured you might have a bit of a hangover.”
“I didn’t drink that much, to be honest,” I replied.
Mom smiled. “Well, then you and Palmer can spend the day together.”
The image of Palmer back on the kitchen island with me between her legs popped into my mind. “That would be great. I think we were going to try and do the last of the unpacking.”
Without missing a beat, Palmer added, “Only a few more boxes left!”
Frowning, my mother said, “I was thinking more along the lines of going out somewhere. Lunch, maybe.”
“There’s this new Italian restaurant that opened on Main Street. I’ve been dying to try it out. Maybe we could meet you…” Palmer’s voice trailed off when I squeezed her hand.
My mother acted as if she didn’t notice. “Oh, we would love to meet you for lunch, but I think we’re going to drive up the coast a bit and try that new burger place. I saw it on the Instagram. They have amazing shakes. Over-the-top shakes with cake and cotton candy and all kinds of sweets. Like a s’mores shake! I think Charlie would love it.”
“It’s Instagram,” I said.
With a quick nod, she replied, “I know. That’s what I said.”
Laughing, I said, “No, you said on the Instagram. It’s just Instagram.”
“Pish posh. You know what I mean.”
Palmer chuckled next to me.
“Charlie, go get your winter clothes and your ski pants on. We’re going snowshoeing and then to get hamburgers and shakes!” my mother called out. The next thing I knew, Charlie was racing past us and up the stairs.
I leaned in and whispered, “The second they leave, we’re going back to the kitchen.”
Palmer elbowed me but smiled.
Twenty minutes later, my folks were out of the driveway, and I was dragging Palmer back to the kitchen.
“Really? The kitchen, Mason?” She giggled.
“The kitchen, the laundry room, the two living rooms, the formal dining room, the breakfast table, the garage—and then we have your place to break in.”
“That’s a lot of sex, but after your performance last night, I’m willing to tackle it if you are.”
I pulled off her shirt and tossed it to the floor while she started on my pants. I went to pick her up, but she stopped me.
“The island? You don’t think that’s kind of…gross?”
I drew back to look at her. “I have Lysol. A lot of it.”
She pressed her hand to her mouth to hold back a laugh.
I took in her entire body with my gaze, feeling my insides quake with anticipation. “I have never wanted a woman the way I want you, Palmer.”
She smiled, but it was a shy one, not her normally self-assured smile.
“I want to make love to you,” I said.
“Isn’t that what we were already going to do?”
“No, I was going to bury my face between your legs until you screamed out my name and then we were going to break in the island.”
She tilted her head and regarded me. “And now you don’t want to do that?”
“Oh, I do. We’re doing part one though.”
I lifted her up and put her on the edge of the island before I brought her to orgasm with my mouth. I loved to hear the way she moaned and made those little whimpering sounds in the back of her throat. It took everything I had not to come simply from listening to her.
Once she came, I picked her up and carried her to my bedroom. Gently laying her on the bed, I started to kiss her from the tips of her feet to the tip of her nose. Worshiping every inch of her body was my new favorite thing.
“Oh God, Mason,” she whimpered as she dug her hands into the sheets and squirmed on the bed. When I slipped my fingers inside her, we both moaned.