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 search her eyes. “Are you sure you want that?”
“Yes,” she says simply. “I want you, and I know if our roles were reversed, you’d be right beside me.”
“I would,” I say, more as a promise than a statement. “Always.”
“I know,” she agrees, kissing my top lip. “I’ve been busy.”
I grin. “No way. Tell me more.”
She smacks me playfully. “I’m working on getting us a rental property that’s one story and accessible since you’ll be in a wheelchair for a couple weeks. It’s here in Nashville because I want to be by your surgeon and his team of physical therapists. I’m gonna travel between Knoxville and here twice a week to make sure the coffeehouse is running smoothly. But I think we should give Janie a raise to be manager since I can’t be in two places at once. It’s gonna be a lot of work, but you’ll skate again, Coleson. If that’s what you want.”
I hold her gaze, not surprised she has a plan and is ready to execute it. The woman is a force to be reckoned with. “I just want you,” I admit, bringing her closer than ever. “Kiss me, Wife.”
Her eyes light up before she presses her lips to mine. It’s a soft and careful kiss that has me groaning in frustration. “You’re going to baby me, aren’t you?”
She beams. “Yup.”
“And ignore my bitching?”
“Totally.”
“And make me fall even more in love with you than I already am?”
“That’s a done deal,” she says with a wink.
I chuckle softly. “How did I get so lucky?”
God, I love the sparkle in her eyes. “I’ve told you this. You didn’t let those damn bears eat me.”
“I think I knew I loved you then, Eliza.”
Her eyes dance with mine. “Probably not, but it’s a cute thought.”
“Spicy,” I tease, and we both dissolve in laughter. The sound fills the room, until it doesn’t since our lips meet once more. The kiss is once again careful and slow, but I don’t care. I’ll take kisses like these for the rest of my life, as long as she’s the one I’m kissing.
Because I am wholeheartedly hers in all senses of the word, and nothing in this world will change that.
Not even my own insecurities.
CHAPTER 44
Eliza
My fingernails dig into Coleson’s chest as I swivel my hips, his cock going deliciously deeper inside me. He holds my ass, each cheek in one palm, as he guides me up and down his hard length, our breaths coming out in pants.
“Yes, Wife,” he gasps. “Your tits, fucking hell. I love how you look when you are bouncing on my cock.”
His words burn through me, and I ignore the ache in my thighs. I should probably do my squats since I’ll be on top for a while with him healing from his injury, but as I move, maybe I like the ache. It feels good. I just need to get my endurance up so I’m not panting like a deranged hippo. He squeezes my ass as he pulls my cheeks apart, the stretch incredible as he fills me. I bite my lip, keeping in my moans and cries since Elliot is in the room beside us and Peepaw is in the room across from us. I should feel dirty for making love to my husband on Christmas morning in a house full of my family, but I don’t.
Not even a little bit.
“I want to taste you.”
I shake my head. “We’re both right there, and I’ve got so much to do for breakfast.”
He scoffs at me before lifting me off his cock with ease and then up his chest. Before I can scold him, he has me by the backs of my knees, holding me up over him. “Hold on to the headboard, Wife, and watch me show you that the only thing you need to do is come all over my fucking tongue.”
Holy Christmas balls.
“Coleson,” I breathe out, but I do as he asks, grabbing on as he lowers me to his mouth. He holds me like I weigh nothing, my pussy hovering over his hot mouth as he licks his lips. His fingers bite into the backs of my knees, and I swear I could come from the way he looks at my pussy. As if it’s the only meal he ever wants. When his tongue curves around my clit, I bite into my wrist to keep in the cries, and then he tsks me.
“I want to hear you.”
“I can’t,” I pant, shaking my head. “They’ll hear us.”
“Good. They’ll know you’re still thoroughly taken care of by your gimp husband.”
“Coleson,” I warn, my knuckles white from holding the wooden headboard. “I can’t.”
He eyes me, and when that wicked grin comes over his mouth, I know I’m going to be averting my gaze from my family the whole day. “Challenge accepted.”