Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25885 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25885 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
“Can you try to give it a chance? He is your cousin.” The room grows quiet. “Please.”
“Mom.” He mutters under his breath. “Fine.”
“It’s a lot. I hate that I did this to you and your father, but I want to fix it. Make it right. My mother took so much from me. I don’t want to do the same to you.” I can’t hold the sniffle back.
“Don’t, Mom.” He leans into me, giving my hand a squeeze. “All right, I’ll try, but they both better watch it.”
“Thank you.” I stand, giving him a kiss on the cheek. If Van can see how Cooper is with me and even Sadie, I think it will go a long way. He stands to give me a hug.
“I’m not mad at you.” That only proves my point. Van is protective. He’s more like his father than he knows, but I’m sure he’ll soon see that.
CHAPTER 17
COOPER
Next to me, Fischl stirs. My eyes pop open, and I reach out to pull her closer to my body. “Something wrong, babe?”
“No.” She shakes her head against my chest. “Sorry I woke you up. Go back to sleep.”
“No can do. You’re up. I’m up.” I rub my hand down her bare back. “What’s got you worried?” But I already know. The days pass, but the atmosphere in the house remains cold. The women seem most affected by it. Fischl doesn’t sleep well, and Sadie’s been quiet. I do what I can for Fischl, making love to her when she wakes up and holding her tight until she falls asleep, but that doesn’t keep the worn look off her face.
“Are we making a mistake?” she says after a long silence. “Maybe we should have eased everyone into this. Had weekly sleepovers or something. If the boys were friends first, maybe they wouldn’t be so cold to each other.”
“Those two are strong-willed and set in their ways even as teens, so I think we would’ve had these conflicts with once a week or even once a month sleepovers. It’s best to throw them in the pot and let them tussle it out.”
“I don't remember you being this difficult.”
I snort. “Of course not. I was pussy-whipped. You could've told me to eat a bucket of worms and I would've gladly done it.”
“And now?”
“Still whipped.” I pull her on top of me. “Still want your pussy more than ever.” I run my tongue along my bottom lip. “Hankering for a taste right now.”
I cup the back of her head and hold her in place while I kiss her deep and long. Our tongues tangle and fight. When she’s breathless, I let her go and slide under her warm body until my mouth is right between her legs. Her hands bat away the covers until they’re down by her knees, giving me nice open access to her juicy cunt.
I lay one long lick from back to front on her. She falls forward and braces herself against the wooden headboard.
I dive in, sucking her hard clit into my mouth, tonguing that delicate bit of flesh until it’s hard and quivering. I move on to her hole and arrow my tongue inside the hot wetness of her channel, sucking and fucking her until her thighs shake and cream drenches my mouth and jaw. The taste of her warm honey makes my dick hard enough to drive spikes. I tug her down until she’s hovering over my cock.
“Ride me, babe,” I whisper huskily.
She doesn’t hesitate. Hands placed on the center of my chest, she lowers herself carefully, slowly onto the tip. I reach between us and spread her lips apart. A shaky breath escapes me as my cockhead breaches her soft sex. Even though we’ve made love dozens of times in this past week, sneaking in sex sessions between tasks like making bread and doing laundry as well as our nightly escapades, it’s not enough. Nothing is going to make up for the years we’ve lost. But I'm not going to dwell on that. I'm hella grateful that she's in my arms again, and even though we've got some problems to deal with and the integration of the families hasn’t been as smooth as we both liked, we’re together, and that’s all that matters.
Her hot cunt enveloping my shaft, her reedy breath gasping for air, her hands pressing hard against my chest, this is all I’ve ever wanted. To be surrounded by her, to be in her, to be with her.
I thrust up again, harder and faster, trying to imprint my body, my scent, my will into her. Sometimes I can go slowly, but this dawn, I’m feeling desperate as if all that matters in my life is about to slip away if I can’t make her come this time, if I can’t bring her to the edge of ecstasy once more. “You’re my whole world,” I growl. “If you leave me…” I can’t even bring myself to finish the sentence. I surge upward and flip her over.