Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 81745 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81745 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
He smirks and looks over at me. “You kept shoving your ass in my cock,” he says. “Besides, I didn’t hear you complain when you woke up with my mouth on you.”
It’s my turn to laugh. “You can wake me like that every morning,” I say and then stop myself when I am about to add of my life. My heart hammers in my chest, and I try to make light of what is happening here, but I’m not sure I can. He’s hands down the best sex I’ve ever had in my life.
“Well, if you had slept for ten more minutes, I would have,” he says and looks over at me.
Rising, I move over to him and straddle his lap. I look down into his brown eyes, and the joke I wanted to say before is gone. Now the only thing I can think to say is, “Hi.” I put my forehead on his while my hands go to the scruff on his cheeks.
“Hi,” he says with a smile. His hand cups my face, and his thumb rubs my bottom lip. “I woke up this morning.” He leans in and gently kisses my lips. “And I thought I was dreaming.”
“What?” I ask, confused.
“You lying in my bed beside me,” he says, smiling, his voice going even lower. “I thought it was a dream.” I swallow the lump in my throat. “You, me, naked.” His hands now grab my ass. “I thought it was a fucking dream.”
“If it helps …” I kiss his lips softly. “I felt you all over me when I woke up this morning. My nipples are raw.”
“That’s what you get,” he says, “for dangling them in my face.” The shirt goes up. “While riding me.”
“This thing,” I say, not sure what to call us, “between us. It’s so easy.” I blink away all the emotions that want to rush out. “I never spend the night.” I take a deep breath. “Yet with you, I’m not ready to leave.”
“Then stay,” he says. “Stay with me.” He turns his head, and his tongue comes out to trail along my bottom lip. “Stay with me.”
I try to come up with a quirky answer. I try to come up with a sassy answer, but all the words are swimming in my head, and the only word that I can come up with is, “Okay.”
He puts his arm around my waist and stands, my legs automatically wrapping around his hips. He takes me inside, where he fucks me slowly until I beg him to do it harder. The rest of the day is us lounging around, moving from his couch where we have sex on, to him eating me out on his counter, to us having sex in the hot tub. When the sun goes down, he makes me dinner again, and the food gets cold when I thank him for doing another fucking romantic thing for me.
When I finally fall asleep that night, it’s in his arms, and I fight off heaviness in my heart. Things are too perfect, and life can’t be this perfect. Then I feel his lips on my neck as he says, “Good night, gorgeous.”
Chapter 28
Miller
I grab the bag from my closet and walk over to toss it on my bed. “You always wear that face when you take out that bag,” Layla says from the middle of my bed, where she sits wearing one of my T-shirts. Her legs cross under her, and her wet hair hangs loose. It’s been three weeks since she first came home with me for the weekend. Since that first night, she’s spent every single night with me when I’m home. We haven’t actually spoken about it, and I’m itching to talk about it. But I don’t want to mess up the good thing we have. “It’s not going to be long this time.” She laughs. “It’s for four days.” She takes her hair and ties it on top of her head. “Last time, it was seven.”
“I hate leaving,” I tell her, tossing my things into the bag and then going into the closet to grab a couple of pairs of jeans and a few sweaters.
She rises, scooting over to me on her knees. “But just think of the phone sex that we have.” She moves the bag away and kneels in front of me on the bed, her head falling back so I can kiss her lips. I keep waiting for the day when it’s not like the first time with her. I keep waiting for the day that I don’t want her every single time I look at her. I keep waiting for the day when my heart doesn’t beat faster with her beside me. I even check Google, and they haven’t given me anything. She’s at every home game now, and she waits by my car or just drives straight here and waits for me when there aren’t games, and I’m home. I cook for her, and we just hang out with each other. I feel like I know everything about her, but I have this gut feeling she is keeping something from me. I don’t know what it is, and I’m just waiting until it’s the right time to ask her. “Plus, it gives my vagina some time to recoup.”