Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 36553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 183(@200wpm)___ 146(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 183(@200wpm)___ 146(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
“Okay.” She’s still hesitant.
“I’m sure you’re aware, or maybe you’re not, there’ve been rumors, rumors Ezra found some truth to only on Friday. It seems your father is looking to merge and possibly semi-retire. I wasn’t made aware of it until today. I’ve told Ezra I’m not part of the deal. My name, my eyes, my signature won’t even be on it.”
“Wow, he’s really going to give Mom what she wants, which is more time with him. I guess my days as working as a full-time nurse will be slowing down, too. If Dad steps away, then so will she. This is a lot to digest.” She wiggles in my hold. The need to keep her glued to my lap is real, and I’d usually keep her, except the energy she’s giving off is pure nervousness. The moment she is off of my lap, the pacing begins. Then off comes the towel that was intricately wrapped around her head. Loose wavy locks fall down, dark and rich against her skin. The contrast makes her look all the more beautiful.
“That’s the word on the street,” I mutter. She’s off in her own world, mumbling incoherent sentences.
“Well, I mean, this is a good thing. Dad’s been balls to the walls working well since forever. He’s not getting any younger. Mom isn’t either, but damn, a warning from them would have been nice.”
“Well, it’s not out to the public yet. That could be the reason. Plus, we’ve barely come up for air until today.” I arch my eyebrows at her when she finally looks in my direction.
“That’s true. I’m going to have to call Mom, nudge her without saying it outright. The stubborn lady.” She lets out a long and loud yawn. I take that as my cue to move us towards the bedroom. Everything is cleared up as much as it’s going to be for the time being. The one thing Vanessa needs is sleep, and I’m going to be adamant that she gets what she needs.
TWENTY-FOUR
Nessa
I wake up to the feeling of being protected. Parker is at my back, one arm under my neck, the other lying on top of my stomach, his hand guarding my lower abdomen like there’s baby inside he needs to shelter. There isn’t, by the way; my birth control patch makes sure of that. I didn’t get it to prevent children since I was practically the Virgin Mary before meeting Parker. It was to control my crazy-ass periods and how long they lasted. Pills were hard for me to remember, an implant device was a commitment, and the others weren’t what I really wanted. The patch seems to work, and it’s discreet.
That’s why we did away with condoms almost immediately. He had a recent copy of his test results from his yearly physical. I stay up-to-date on testing with my job, not that I work in a busy emergency room and could get pricked by a needle. We do it for the safety of our patients. Peace of mind goes a long way with my job. A job that I know I’ll be slowly stepping back from, maybe even doing what they call PRN work, picking up shifts when needed. There’s no way Mom is going to let Dad step away from his company only for her to be glued to the charity full-time. Plus, it’s been something Mom and I have talked about for as long as I can remember.
“Why are you awake?” Parker whispers into the nape of my neck. He gave me two orgasms, one with me on my hands and knees, just how he likes me, his mouth on my pussy, licking me from clit to ass, my body arching into the sensations he wrings out of my body. The minute my orgasm washed over me, he was flipping me over until I was on my back, and sliding deep inside me. Our eyes were on each other’s, saying more with our bodies than we did with our words before he sent me into my second orgasm.
“Food.” He nips my shoulder as my stomach grumbles, the reason why I’m wide awake. It was then Parker made sure the reason they were at the charity event wasn’t for him to bid on me. Ezra had a woman in mind, that woman being my best friend, and now that she’s made it a point to tell me about the pillow talk they shared, it all made perfectly logical sense for Four Brothers to be at the Cures for Children gala dinner and charity event.
“Fuck. Should have thought about that before I fell asleep. You still want an Italian grinder, extra pickles, and chips?” He knows the way to my heart, through my stomach.
“God, yes. Does Eatzy’s deliver on Mondays?” I ask. “I don’t want to get up yet.” I push my body back. We are naked beneath the sheets. All I’d have to do is roll over, face Parker, and he’d give me what my body is aching for. The insatiable thirst of having him surrounding me, the feeling is indescribable, still unquenchable, to say the least.