Total pages in book: 162
Estimated words: 158848 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 794(@200wpm)___ 635(@250wpm)___ 529(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 158848 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 794(@200wpm)___ 635(@250wpm)___ 529(@300wpm)
Her moaning continues and she curls her hands around my wrists. My orgasm slams into me, squeezing my balls. Stars fill my vision and heat shoots down my spine. I groan through my release, holding her tight.
She keeps slowly rocking up and down, milking every last drop from me.
“Come here.” I lift her off of me and she falls down by my side, curls her body around my arm and twines her fingers with mine. My racing heart slows to normal and I turn to see her face.
“We should do that every morning,” she says.
“No arguments here.” I flop my free hand onto my chest.
She nuzzles closer, kissing my neck and along my jaw. “I want to wake up with you inside of me tomorrow,” she whispers in my ear.
My cock twitches.
“Or, if I’m up first, I want to wake you up with my mouth on your cock.” She teases her tongue at the sensitive spot below my ear.
My cock jerks again.
“What have I done to you, Muffin?” I turn and grin at her. “My shy little virgin is now full of fantastic ideas.”
Her face falls.
I quickly cup her cheek before she gets the wrong idea. “I fucking love everything you just said.” I kiss her hard. “Everything.”
I glance at the soggy condom. “Let me go take care of that. Then, when I come back, you’re going to tell me every other naughty idea running around your brilliant mind.”
Her lips curl into a sly smile. “That might take a while.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
Molly
It’s early afternoon by the time we emerge from downstairs.
Remy’s in the kitchen, leaning on the counter directly across from the basement door. Like he’s been posed and waiting for us all morning.
I run my fingers through my hair and adjust the T-shirt I borrowed from Griff. It almost goes to my knees, but my wild sex hair and pajama pants practically announce I spent the night downstairs.
“Good morning.” I flash a bright, chipper smile.
“Good afternoon.” Remy tilts his head and levels us with an exasperated stare. “I assume this means you’re back together.”
“Aww, you should be a detective, brother dear.” I reach up and pat the top of his head.
He ducks and weaves away from me.
Two strong arms band around my middle, and Griff pulls me tight to the front his body, resting his chin on top of my head. “Don’t worry. She’s going back to campus tomorrow,” Griff says.
“She is standing right here and she will decide when and where she goes,” I say, slipping out of his hold.
Remy bites the inside of his cheek but a chuckle slips out anyway. “Damn, Griff. That lasted five seconds.”
“Yes, I’m going back to campus tomorrow,” I say. “Griff said he’ll visit me.”
“Is that right?” Remy lifts a skeptical eyebrow.
Griff raises his hands. “Whenever she tells me she has time. I won’t interfere with her classes.”
“You better not.”
“Remy!” I snap, tired of him hassling Griff. “This may shock you, but I had a crush on Griff all through high school and still managed to graduate near the top of my class. I’m capable of doing more than one thing.”
“Yeah, but now you’re actually with the bonehead.” He slides an annoyed look at Griff. “Again.”
“Don’t call my boyfriend a bonehead.”
“Aww.” Griff nuzzles his face in my hair and kisses my cheek. “Thank you, baby.” Whether he’s sincere or trying to further annoy my brother, I’m not sure. “You really had a crush on me that long?” he whispers against my ear.
“Probably longer.” I pat his arm. “Don’t let it go to your head.”
Both of them rumble with laughter. Griff releases me. Hopefully that means they’re not going to continue the verbal sparring.
“Great.” Remy claps his hands together. “Now that you’ve left your cocoon, let’s make breakfast.”
My stomach growls. “You haven’t eaten yet?”
His gaze slides to the door. “Nah, I ran some errands early this morning. Just got back a little while ago.”
“All right, what are we making?”
“Omelets,” Remy says as if it should be obvious.
“Of course.” I smack my hand against my forehead. “What was I thinking?”
“I bought those blue eggs you like from the farmer’s market.”
I stop and stare at my brother. “You went to the farmer’s market?”
“Yes, smart-ass. I ordered something for the bar from one of the vendors.” He flicks an irritated look over my shoulder. “Since I had some time, I looked for the egg lady.”
“Oh boy.” I rub my hands together, looking forward to breakfast now. “The scrambled eggs they serve in the dining hall come out of a one-gallon container. They’re so gross.”
The three of us work as a team and form an efficient assembly line. I beat all the eggs, Griff preps fillings for the omelets and Remy mans the stove. Griff and I work closer together than probably necessary, stopping to touch each other frequently. Remy heaves several exasperated breaths but otherwise keeps his opinions to himself.