Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 78016 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78016 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
The ride there takes a couple of hours, but it flies by. The wind is too loud to talk, but we don’t need to speak to enjoy each other’s company. While he drives, I cuddle up against his back, my hands finding their place under his shirt and resting on his muscular stomach. Every once in a while, he finds my thigh and squeezes.
When we pull up to the gorgeous beach house, I notice it’s not the Blackwood’s, which makes sense since Easton and Sophia use theirs a lot during the summer.
Braxton grabs our bags, and I follow him up to the house. He types in a code on the door, and then we enter. The house is as beautiful on the inside as the outside, decorated with a nautical theme in various shades of blues and whites. I immediately spot the pool and hot tub outside and know we’ll be spending a good amount of time out there. With it being close to fall, this will probably be our last trip where we’ll be able to hit the pool and beach. Soon, it will be cold as hell, and instead of a bikini, I’ll be stuck sporting my snow jacket and UGGs.
After exploring the house, we settle in the master bedroom and quickly change into our bathing suits. Braxton is wearing a pair of board shorts that hang off his hips in that delicious way that only guys with sexy abs can pull off.
I packed a couple of suits but go with the risqué one since we’re alone. Braxton’s gaze goes straight to me when I walk out of the bathroom in a light pink bikini with cherries peppered all over the fabric, but it’s when I turn around, and he sees the way the bottoms curve between my cheeks, leaving nothing to the imagination, that I hear the sharp intake of breath.
“Tell me you don’t wear this fucking thing in public,” he murmurs, his voice husky. The heat from his body radiates against me from behind, his hands roaming my exposed flesh.
“It’s my tanning suit,” I admit. Every woman has one... the one that gives us the least number of tan lines, but we’d never wear it while walking around—unless we’re alone and want to turn our boyfriends on, that is.
“Fuck, Crazy,” he mutters. His mouth lands on my naked shoulder, biting down playfully. His tongue darts out to soothe it while his hand reaches my ass cheek, taking a handful and squeezing it. “How are we supposed to take shit slow when you wear shit like this?”
“I think we’ve taken things slow enough.” I reach behind and cup his cock through his board shorts. “I’m ready to speed this up a bit.”
He dusts my hair to the side and trails open-mouthed kisses up my neck until he gets to the tie in the back holding my top on. With a kiss, I feel him tug, and the material falls away. My breasts hit the cold air, and a shiver scatters through my body, causing my nipples to instantly harden.
“Your tits are so perfect,” he says, his hands coming around and cupping both of them. I glance up, just now realizing there’s a mirror on the back of the door, giving us the full view of what he’s doing to me.
As his thumb and middle finger pinch and pluck my nipples, I take us in through the mirror. His inked to my not, his hard body to my soft. Without heels on, he towers over me by almost a foot, something I’ve always loved because it makes me feel safe and protected in his arms.
His heated gaze meets mine, and I squirm in my spot, wanting nothing more than for him to take away the ache that’s now throbbing between my legs.
“Are you ready to go swimming?” he asks, stopping his ministrations and tying my top back on.
“I’m ready for you to fuck me,” I say, not caring how crass I sound.
He chuckles softly. “Not yet.” He twists me around, so our fronts are flush against each other. “Once I’m inside you, I won’t want to leave.”
“I’m completely okay with that,” I breathe, fully aware of how desperate I sound. But really, can you blame me? It’s been a long-ass time, and my vibrator has got nothing on this man.
“Soon.” He brushes his lips against mine, then bites down on my bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth before he lets go. “It’s a beautiful day and probably one of the last before the cold weather moves in. Let’s enjoy it.” He kisses the tip of my nose and then takes my hand, guiding us downstairs and out the back.
Braxton hooks his phone up to the dock, and a second later, music is playing around us. He’s right, it is beautiful outside, and as much as I want to be holed up in bed with him, I love spending time with him. We head straight for the pool, both of us diving underneath and immersing ourselves in the water. It feels good, the perfect temperature.