Total pages in book: 189
Estimated words: 181808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 909(@200wpm)___ 727(@250wpm)___ 606(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 181808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 909(@200wpm)___ 727(@250wpm)___ 606(@300wpm)
Unable to help herself, she bit down when she felt the tide of an approaching climax.
Moon’s hand went to her hair to jerk her mouth away to cover it with his.
A climax hit her with the suddenness of a nuclear bomb, and Moon’s body tensed against her when she began frantically meeting his thrusts with her own.
Letting her head fall to his shoulder when they finally stopped moving, she didn’t have the energy to lift an eyelash as he carried her to the bed then lay down next to her.
His slick skin under her cheek reassured her that he had found some of the pleasure he had given her.
She snuggled closer to him when he pulled a sheet over them and promptly fell asleep, too drained of energy to get any words out. Her last thought was, Please don’t let him say anything to ruin what we shared.
CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
“You’ve lost your mind.”
Unable to disagree with Priss, Larissa could only nod. They had come to pick her up at Moon’s house before going to work and were sitting in his living room, where she had asked them if they were still willing to move in until her house was built or if they were reconsidering after they had talked to her the night before. Their reaction was exactly what she had expected, making her doubt the wisdom of the move.
“It was just a suggestion. If you don’t want to, we won’t.” Priss’s overexuberant response from the night before had undergone a change in the bright light of the day, either that or Lana’s much more tentative approval had changed her mind.
Larissa stood up from the couch. “We should be going. I don’t want to make you late for your shift at the hospital.”
Both of her sisters remained seated.
Lana glanced at Priss before turning back to her. “We aren’t saying no. It’s kinda a big step for us to take. You go from having Sex Piston keep Moon away to asking us to move into his house. What’s with the sudden turnaround?”
“We’ve agreed to get along for the baby.”
“I’m glad to hear that.” Lana smiled encouragingly.
“I’m not,” Priss snorted. “The dude is a prick.”
Larissa couldn’t argue. Moon was a prick.
“He won’t be living here with us,” Larissa reminded them. “And it’s only for a month.”
Her sisters still didn’t seem convinced.
“Aren’t you worried about becoming more emotionally involved with Moon the more you see him?” Lana asked.
“Yes,” Larissa agreed. “But I might as well get used to him before the baby is born.”
“True. Moon is the father, so he’s going to be in our lives a long while.” Lana rose from the couch. “I’m not crazy about moving in here, but the hotel sucks worse.”
“Priss?” Larissa asked.
“We always stick together.” Priss gave a reluctant sigh. “I’m not going to break our sisters’ code when you need me the most. Please be careful, Larissa. I love you, and I really don’t want to have to watch another sister suffer through a broken heart this year. My fat ass can’t handle helping you eat your way through a heartbreak. I still have to lose the fifteen pounds I gained when Lana was getting over Bennet.”
Lana made a face at her. “Don’t blame me for gaining weight. I didn’t force-feed you to eat with me.”
Priss made a face back. “No, just cooked all my favorites. You did it deliberately, wanting me to go to the gym with you.”
“You’re being ridiculous,” Lana snapped at her.
“I am not. You keep baking those cinnamon rolls despite me telling you to stop.”
“All you had to do was not eat them,” Lana snapped back.
“Yeah, right.” Pris rolled her eyes. “Who the hell can resist freshly baked cinnamon rolls? The only good part about staying in that hotel was you didn’t have an oven.”
Lana’s hands went to her hips. “See if I make them for you again!”
“Oh, I’m so scared.”
Larissa put a pause on her sisters’ sparring, reminding them that they were going to be late for work.
Locking the door behind them, she felt buoyed that they hadn’t put up a harder fight about moving into Moon’s home. In a month, they would be able to move into their new home and get settled in well before the baby was born.
Undeterred by her shyness of how they had spent the night, Moon had kissed her before leaving, promising to call her later that afternoon. When she came downstairs, she found he had set out a muffin and a small bottle of orange juice for her to take. His house key was balanced on top of the orange juice lid. She had felt special and taken care of. She was used to such consideration from one of her sisters, but it was a novel feeling coming from a man.
For the first time in a long time, she didn’t fear what the future held.