Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 84627 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 423(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84627 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 423(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
Her fingernails, those perfect talons, dig into my back, and as much as I want to enjoy this woman and slowly make love to her, I need a little of the dirty and fast too. She must realize it because she’s giving me exactly what it takes to put me in that head space.
“Fuck,” I grunt, coming up from my elbows to my palms so I can slam into her harder. “Open wider.”
She moans her pleasure, hands cupping her perfect tits.
“Love you,” she whimpers. “Love your cock.”
I chuckle. “Love you. Cock loves you, too.”
“Gaige, I’m going to come.”
“Can you wait for me?”
Her head shakes, a violent back and forth, and I know it’s already too late.
“What do you need?” I ask, but the answer is her clamping down on my cock, her core convulsing.
“Gonna come inside of you, Leighton.”
She moans again, her eyes closed. It’s not really asking, and I’d do my best to stop if she wanted me to.
“Leighton,” I say, giving her one last chance, but her legs close, knees clamping at my sides, and I’m done. My cock kicks inside of her. I’m buried deep, and the only thought I have before lowering my mouth back down to hers is that we may end up needing to have that fall wedding this year instead of next.
I fall asleep with her in my arms and a smile on my deliriously happy face.
Chapter 38
Leighton
“Are you okay?”
I press a hand to Gaige’s cheek. “Shouldn’t I be the one asking you that question?”
“You had to take medicine this morning.”
Bless this sweet man. I don’t know if I deserve him. “I have cramps. We buried your grandmother. The two don’t compare.”
“I don’t like seeing you in pain.”
“Same goes, my love.” I press my lips to the palm of his hand.
“Do you need a drink?”
“I’m fine.”
“You sure?”
“Now you’re worried about my hydration?”
He leans in close, his lips very close to my ear. “I’m worried about your throat.”
I pinch his side, knowing exactly what he’s talking about. He doesn’t flinch away, and maybe some would think his behavior is inappropriate at his grandmother’s wake, but Lala made sure to set the mood for the occasion. She found out about her heart condition six months ago and knew she was on borrowed time. There was nothing the doctors could’ve done then, and she wanted to live the rest of her days with her family and not worrying about a single thing. The hug I witnessed means so much more to me now.
She insisted a video be played at her funeral. It was upbeat, the matriarch of the family insisting that people dry their eyes and have a good time. She’s already causing problems in Heaven and reunited with the love of her life. She didn’t want people to be sad and grieve, and somehow people listened. There was a long line of people who stood up and shared stories about Imogene Rose’s wild days, many of her friends also elderly and reminiscent.
Now we’re at Gaige’s family home, and the house is filled with laughter and smiles much the same way it was for the birthday party although it carries a hint of sadness. Even Lala’s demands can’t completely take away all the anguish.
I still see some of it in the corners of Gaige’s eyes when he thinks no one is looking.
The BBS guys are here, looking right at home in the middle of Gaige’s family. Deacon and Anna mingle, showing off the baby, and it makes me think about the many times Gaige and I have talked about kids in the last week since I returned to St. Louis. When the man makes his mind up about something, he fully commits. I wouldn’t be surprised if he doesn’t start tracking my cycle this next month.
“Did you get to meet Whitney and Remington?” Gaige asks as he pulls me to his chest.
“I did, both are very sweet.”
“Did they invite you out for drinks?”
“No, but Whitney did invite me over for a girls’ night in.”
His smile is wide. “That’s a toy party.”
I huff. “I’m a little old for toys.”
“Not these kinds of toys, you aren’t.”
I raise an eyebrow.
“Oh really?”
“I’ll give you my credit card.”
“You don’t see those things as competition?”
“I’m secure in my manhood, Leighton.”
“We need more rules.”
“We have plenty of rules,” he grumbles.
“We have no rules,” I remind him. “So rule number one, don’t rub your erection on me at family gatherings.”
“Rule number two, don’t give me an erection at family gatherings, and rule number three, if you give me an erection, then you have to take care of it. Come on. Let me show you Freckles. He’s up in my bedroom.”
“I’m on my period,” I remind him.
“Your throat is fine,” he says with a wide grin. “I want to fuck it.”
“What are you guys over here grinning about?” Caroline Ward asks as she walks up, and I nearly choke.