Mine Always (One Night With You #3) Read Online Mia Brody

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Insta-Love Tags Authors: Series: One Night With You Series by Mia Brody
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Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 16556 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 83(@200wpm)___ 66(@250wpm)___ 55(@300wpm)
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“The dirtiest,” I agree.

He leans forward to kiss me again, a sweet lingering kiss that makes my blood boil and my body tremble.

Before I know it, I’m sitting on the island in the kitchen and his hands are under my t-shirt. He plays with my nipples, rolling them between his fingers. He presses kisses to my neck and shoulders, anywhere he can reach my exposed skin.

Then he’s yanking up my t-shirt from around my hips and pulling at my underwear, working deftly to free me from the only barriers between us.

As soon as the cool air hits my pussy, I slip my hand between my thighs to touch myself. I spread my moisture around and close my eyes. Ryan loves to watch me do this, to see me pleasuring myself.

“You’re mine always,” he growls just as he thrusts into my aching channel. “You belong to me now, Lacey.”

The words are what I need to hear, and I gasp as my body begins clenching around his, milking him.

When we’re both spent, he lets out a soft sigh. “Happy Anniversary, kitten.” He lingers inside of me for a long minute before he slowly pulls out.

Something flickers across his face at the same time that I realize we forgot the condom.

“It’s OK,” I reassure both of us. “It’s not the right time of the month.” My period can be a little bit erratic, but I can usually guess where I am.

He still looks troubled. “Do we want kids together?”

I adjust my t-shirt so it’s covering me again. “I mean, at some point. We do want kids…don’t we?”

He nods. “When you’re ready, I want a whole fleet.”

“You’re not going to dress them in red shirts,” I tease. Since getting together with Ryan, I’ve learned his science fiction obsession goes even deeper than I realized.

“It’s the perfect Christmas card idea,” he insists.

I roll my eyes. “We’ll talk about it later. Get dressed. We’re taking a road trip. It’s part of my anniversary surprise for you.”

Since his insomnia is still bad, Ryan drifted to sleep once I had been driving for a few minutes. I was relieved that he didn’t see where we’re going.

But when I turn on the neighborhood street, he suddenly stirs. “Are we there yet?”

He glances outside the window and recognizes where we are. “Damn, baby. Why are you doing this to me?”

“They want to see you.” I know this won’t be easy for him. But I have Ryan’s back. I’ll always be the one looking out for him.

He shakes his head. “You don’t understand—the things I said and I did. I’m not proud of that man. I made my father cry. This tough combat veteran who’d been through hell broke down in tears because of me.” Equal parts shame and disgust tinge his voice.

“They want to see you,” I repeat.

“How could they?”

“They love you. They’ve been waiting for you,” I say as I pull the car to a stop in the driveway of the modest two-story brick home. An American flag waves in the breeze and there are two matching rocking chairs on the front porch. It’s the kind of place I’d like to share with Ryan someday.

We both stare at the home in silence. He’s lost in memories of the past and I’m thinking about future memories we’ll make.

Then the front door swings open and Ryan’s parents are rushing forward. I squeeze his hand and mouth, “I love you.”

We leave the car and the two of them instantly envelop Ryan in a tight hug.

“I’m sorry,” he chokes out the words again and again.

His parents seem oblivious to his apologies, content to simply embrace their son. The three of them are a crying mess but they’re together at long last.

I watch the scene, my own eyes filled with tears. I wish I could have had a happy reunion with my mom. I wish she’d made different choices and gotten clean when I was little.

Before I can dwell on that thought, Ryan’s mom is stepping from the huddle and reaching for me.

“You brought my son back!” She proclaims with a watery smile before I’m crushed against her.

Ryan and his father join the huddle and now there are four of us sobbing.

Eventually, his parents usher us inside the house where I sit with Ryan on a floral couch that looks like it escaped the eighties.

He drums his foot.

I put a hand on his knee to still his nervous movements.

“We’re so glad you’re here,” his father says as they bring sweet tea and oatmeal raisin cookies into the living room.

Ryan eats in silence, clearly uncomfortable. When his parents ask questions, he only gives them one-word answers.

As the awkwardness stretches on, I take over the conversation telling them about what Ryan has been doing. I tell them about how I know their son and how proud I am of him.



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