Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 85387 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 427(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85387 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 427(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
I want so badly for him to love me. I want a future with him. I want everything, but I fear he doesn’t want to give it to me. It’s not that he can’t. I know he can. I can feel it with every touch, every kiss, and every look. I want to tell him that, but I worry I’ve already scared the shit out of him. When he looks up at me, his eyes meet mine as he grips my hips. “What if I said I wouldn’t fight it anymore?”
Excitement vibrates through me. “I mean, that’s a roundabout way of saying you’re going to try.”
His lips quirk as he squeezes my hips. “Sassy little wife.”
I cup his shoulders and squeeze him back. “Stubborn, pain-in-my-ass, giant husband.”
Coleson’s lip curve up in a wide grin. “Fine.”
I nod, grinning down at him. “Fine.”
“Are you done with my hair?”
“I am, unless you want me to continue.”
He shakes his head. “Nope. I want to make you scream again.”
“Again?” I ask breathlessly as heat shoots straight between my thighs.
He nods, leaning in so that his nose trails along my slit. When he looks up at me, his pupils are blown out and set on me. “Yes, again. And then again. And maybe once more until you forget anything but my name.” Wanting just that, I hook my leg over his shoulder, and he laughs as he steadies me, his hands holding my ass in place. “Impatient, Wife?”
I lick my lips. “When it comes to you, yes.”
“Mmm,” he moans against my center. “Then let me give my wife what she wants—since I’m down here and all.”
As he traces my pussy lips with his tongue, I groan. “This is true. Right where you belong.”
His eyes dance with humor but also desire. “That’s right,” he murmurs against my lips. “Now, open this pretty pussy for me, Eliza.”
I almost come at just my name, but I refrain, doing what he asks. As his tongue curls around my clit, I’m lost in the pleasure only he can bring me.
And I know he’ll be the only man I love for the rest of my life.
CHAPTER 33
Coleson
“What if I said I wouldn’t fight it anymore?”
“I mean, that’s a roundabout way of saying you’re going to try.”
Our conversation has played on repeat in my head since those words left our lips. As I drove into her from behind, squeezing her sweet ass as she came all over my cock. I knew I had stopped fighting the moment I joined her in the bathroom. I should have let her be. I shouldn’t have asked to be let in, but I had to comfort her. I had to ease her concerns and beg her not to be upset with me. Just the thought of pissing her off sets me off, and fuck, it scares me.
My dad would bend over backward to make my mom happy, and she’d use every single bit of his need to make her happy in order to hurt him. To throw it back in his face. I should have learned my lesson from years of watching them.
However, I couldn’t let my wife be upset with me. I’ve tried; God, I’ve fucking tried to keep her at arm’s length, but…did I, really? I still touched her. I still wanted her. I still care about her. I was just not having sex with her like a dumbass because, fucking fuck, we’re explosive together. Never in my life have I come as hard as I do when I’m with her. Never would I pass up blowing my load in a girl’s mouth, but with Eliza, I want more.
I want the intimacy that I’m getting addicted to when it comes to my wife.
I’ve never felt like this, and it terrifies me. I don’t want to end up like my dad, but when I look at my wife, I know I mirror the expression he always wore when it came to my mom.
Pure adoration.
But unlike with my dad’s situation, I know my wife is nothing like my mom. So, why am I still scared? I could give Eliza every single part of myself and enjoy doing so, but I know I’m not enough.
No matter how much she claims I am, I know someone else would be better for her. Who, I don’t know, and God help me if I find out ’cause I’ll end up going after them so I can take her back. Like a fool. Fuck, I want to keep her. But she is better off without a piece of shit like me. I want to believe her words. I want to know deep in my soul she’s right. But if I wasn’t enough for my parents, how in the hell would I be enough for her? Above all, she has a life here, and I’m giving her the coffee shop. What would I expect? For her to just follow me wherever I go?