Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 43518 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43518 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
“And what is this personal pleasure you speak of? I’m not sure we have more time to do much else.” My head is nestled on his chest, hand sliding up and down his pecs, going lower, his happy trail giving way to his hardening cock. Forest isn’t taking it any further, and I’m okay with that. Making each other come is one thing; having sex while the girls are sleeping down the hall is another. Without a doubt, they’ll be waking up any time now.
“My head buried between your legs, taking my time while getting a taste of your pussy. And not from my fingers either, directly from the source.” He could make a nun blush with his dirty-talking mouth.
“That will have to wait until later. We’ll be lucky if we don’t get caught this morning. Speaking of, is it okay to borrow some clothes? Mine are, um, kind of destroyed.” I go to take my hand off his stomach. Forest’s doesn’t like that, so his hand goes on top of mine, holding it there.
“Fuck yeah, whatever you want. Though when you’re in my bed, this is how I want you.” He’s referring to my naked status. After I came while sucking him off, Forest wanted the proof between my legs that it happened, causing him to rip my clothes off, literally. They’re in tatters, not that I would have worn them home anyway. Satin fabric and wetness never mix. Plus, how bad would it be to walk out the back door, Cammy wakes up and walks into the living room, and I have to pretend something was wrong in the pool house for me to be in pajamas that are stained with the remnants of Forest making me come?
“Since if I’m not naked, you might ruin any and all of my clothes, I think you’re winning this conversation pretty easily.” I push up, the sheets lifting off my body, giving Forest a view of my breasts.
“Fuck, I didn’t realize how hard I was on you, baby.” Forest looks upset with himself, eyes going from mine to my nipples then back to my eyes.
“They look worse than they feel, and honestly, I like the thought that it was me causing you to lose control. Plus, it’s not like I didn’t reap the rewards either, you know.” He cups the underside of my breast, thumb gliding over it. It’s not painful, more like a sensation that you know he was there, a mark Forest left behind but is only available for our eyes to see. “Forest.” My eyelids get heavy, my breathing becomes labored, and I’m once again ready to beg for more.
“Not sure you’ll be able to wear a bra today, which works for me since I’ll be working from home. I like knowing anytime a piece of fabric touches these, you’ll be reminded of me.” He does an ab curl, moving until we’re sitting face to face. He dips his head as he kisses one nipple, tongue rasping along my skin, Then works his way to the other, my flesh pebbling as he does.
“God, I wish we had more time.” The sun peeking through the curtains is telling me we don’t. Another twenty minutes, and the girls will be waking up, and I’m not even remotely ready for the day.
“Tonight, you’re back in my bed. We’ll pick up where we left off.”
“Fine. Now help me sneak out. I don’t have a lot of experience in this, so you’ll have to help me.” Forest may not know it or believe it, but it’s the truth. I was not the popular girl growing up, always in my overprotective brother’s shadow, sandwiched with the younger one, both of them making it their lives’ mission to protect me.
“First clothes, then I’ll check on the girls. Be right back.” He climbs out of bed, naked, sculpted back, an ass that any woman would weep over, and thick thighs. I’m in a Forest fog, and I’m not ready to leave.
TWENTY-TWO
Forest
“Nana’s here. Where are my girls?” My mom walks through the front door, ready to have Sunday dinner with us. Convincing Bailey took time and dedication. It may have helped that I brought in the big guns, Cammy and Piper. In bed last night, she needed reassurance. I made sure she had all the confidence in the world that everyone wanted her there.
“Hello, Mom. They’re outside in the pool with Bailey, Madden, and Hendrix,” I tell her. Dad must have gone around back, a case of beer on him to put in the outdoor refrigerator. I’m forming the hamburger patties, making a few of them nice and thin so Cammy doesn’t complain that it’s too much meat. She may not complain about eating certain foods, but my girl is not big on eating protein in the way of an animal.