Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 30161 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 151(@200wpm)___ 121(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30161 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 151(@200wpm)___ 121(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
“I always feel so much better when I’m hanging on to you.”
“Hang away,” I tell her, meaning it.
“I can’t live clinging to you.”
“I don’t know. We haven't tried. Might take some adjustment, but we’ll work it out.” A small giggle leaves her. Buttons jumps onto the sofa next to us, nudging her. She lifts her head from out of my neck.
“I think he’s jealous I’m stealing your attention.” She reaches out and pets his head.
“I think it is your attention he wants. He’s not nudging my arm.”
“Oh.” A smile plays on her lips. She keeps on petting him. “Do they sleep in the laundry room?”
“Not when I’m home. They sleep in my bedroom. Dino has a rug he favors at the end of the bed, and Buttons has a tower he sleeps on the top of so he can remind us all he’s in charge and is watching our every move so we better stay in line.” I expect her to laugh, but she chews on her bottom lip. Something she does when she is unsure of something. “Go on, Bunny. Ask me anything you want. Nothing is off limits. Tell me what's working in that pretty head of yours.”
“You really think I’m pretty?” She peeks up at me through her lashes.
“I think you’re more than pretty, Bunny.” I slowly lean in so she realizes what I’m doing, pressing my lips to her neck right below her ear. She sighs, tilting her head, letting me know she wants more.
I’m more than happy to oblige. I trail kisses down her neck and back up. A small moan leaves her. The sweetest sound I’ve ever heard comes from her. I can’t control my cock. It jerks against her ass. It’s been hard since she crawled into my lap because I’m a bastard. She was in tears, but her soft body that smells of peaches was too much for me to fight.
“Ben?” A small gasp leaves her.
“Sorry, Bunny. You’re in my lap.”
“That’s all it takes for you to get…” She trails off.
“You merely existing gets me hard.”
“Really?” She turns her head my way, her whole face lit up. Fuck me. She likes that she turns me on so easily. Good.
“Yeah, now tell me what you were getting worked up about.”
“Bedtime.”
“Your nightmares?” She nods.
“Well, you can sleep in my bed and I could take the floor so I’m close.”
“The floor?” Her face drops. “You can’t sleep in the bed with me? I like you close.”
“Bunny, I’d sleep on gravel if it made you happy and you slept better. I only suggested the floor so you didn’t feel pressured for me to be in the bed.”
“No, I don’t feel that at all.” She turns in my lap. It’s not until she’s fully shifted does she realize how she positioned herself. “Oh, I—”
“Nope.” I grip her hips. “I wanna be real clear 'cause you keep getting flustered on me. You can sit on my head for all I care, and I’m not going to mind. You want to sit on my lap this way, have at it. You don’t have to hesitate when it comes to you touching me.” Thankfully, her face lights back up for me. “Got it?”
“Got it.”
“Now, you wanna go lie in the bed? We can watch a movie or something.”
“I’d love that.” I stand with her in my arms, carrying her toward the bedroom. She wraps herself around me.
I hope she never lets go.
6
Bunny
“Benny,” I moan. I’m having the best dream of my life, and I never want it to end. A groan rumbles close to my ear, and I know Ben has his face pressed against my neck.
My eyes fly open. I quickly realize I've been grinding my ass against Ben’s cock. He’s got one hand slipped up my shirt. His big hand is holding one of my breasts. My nipple is as hard as his cock. His other hand is tucked between my closed thighs, cupping my sex.
It’s a bit surprising being as when I asked him to hold me last night he insisted it wasn’t a good idea. When I quickly took back my request, he’d told me he wanted nothing more than to hold me but he was worried what could happen during the night. I wasn’t sure what that meant, but I’m understanding it much more now. And I don’t have one problem with it.
Except that I’m embarrassed that I’ve been rubbing myself on him like a cat in heat, and he might not be okay with that. Sure, he was down with some cuddling, but I’m not so sure he knew what he was getting himself into when he agreed.
I close my eyes again to take a deep breath. The throb between my legs is almost unbearable. I shift, my need winning out, and push down, trying to grind myself against his palm.