Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 74379 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74379 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
“What kind of bad things?” I asked, shuffling closer to the bed.
I hadn’t taken anything off yet, but I was about to.
Or at least, I would have had she not spread her legs wider, opening herself up to my gaze.
I growled and kneeled on the bed, my erection straining the front of my scrub bottoms, and leaned forward until my nose was inches from her pussy.
“You know,” I said casually as I took a deep breath, smelling her sweet scent. “I can’t tell you how many times these past few weeks that I thought about rolling you over until your head hung off the side of the bed.”
“W-what?” she asked.
“Yeah,” I leaned down and stuck out my tongue, pressing just the very tip of it to her clit.
She jolted.
“What would t-that accomplish?” She squirmed.
“Then I’d get to fuck your throat,” I informed her.
She gasped, both at the thought of me fucking her mouth and my thumb pressing against her clit.
“I would’ve let you,” she explained.
I grinned. “I know you would.”
Then I ate her, pouring a considerable amount of sexual frustration into reclaiming Krisney’s pussy.
I devoured her.
There were no other words for what I did.
One second I was enjoying myself, tasting and licking, and the next she was pulling me up by my overly long hair.
“Can I help you with something?” I rasped, pressing my mouth to hers.
My beard was glistening with her juices, but that didn’t bother her in the least as she kissed me back, almost as if she were punishing me for what I’d just done to her, stopping when she was so close.
Yet, I wasn’t the one who had stopped—she was by pulling me up by my hair.
Granted, I didn’t have to go, but I could tell that she wanted me inside of her.
Hell, I wanted to be there, too.
“Condom.” She slapped me on the chest, and a crinkle of the condom wrapper followed the movement.
Grinning, I shucked my shirt over my head by pulling the back of the collar and tossed it down on the bed beside us, before hastily yanking at the fastenings to my scrub bottoms.
It took point four seconds to get it loose and shove them down below my balls, and another ten to get the condom rolled into place.
A few seconds after that, I was sliding home.
“Ahhhh, God.” She arched, her pretty pink nipples reaching up into the air. “You feel so good.”
She did, too.
But I was finding it hard to breathe, let alone tell her that.
So instead of speaking, I fucked her in hard, deep strokes. Pulling myself almost all the way out before roughly shoving myself back inside.
Over and over until I felt her start to clench around me.
And when she screamed, I watched her fall over the edge into orgasm.
Once she was sated and lying on the mattress below me, I pulled out, ripped off the condom, and stroked my cock until I released all over her stomach. The white come dotted her belly, which was still slightly stretched out from our sons. Stretch marks lined both sides, and I reached forward to rub it all in, paying extra attention to the areas where our sons were more evident.
“What are you doing?”
My eyes flicked up to hers.
“I’m memorizing everything about you all over again.” I growled. “Every single day, I find something new about you to love.”
Chapter 24
Bitches love a man in uniform.
-Reed to Krisney, the day she finds out about his deployment
Reed
The thing about the Reserves is you never know when you’ll be called. You never know when your services will be needed.
Lord knows, if my moral code had allowed it, it wouldn’t have been three days after my sons were released from the NICU. And it wouldn’t have been ten minutes after I was married.
No, it wouldn’t have been then, because I was so fuckin’ happy I could burst. I wanted to be able to stay here, in my new life, and memorize every single moment.
What I didn’t want to do was take over for a doctor that was stationed in fuckin’ Germany. The one that I’d been temporarily filling in for when I was there when all of this had started with Krisney and me.
Yet, I couldn’t sit well with myself if I didn’t help.
I only said, ‘Yes, sir.’
My phone had rung ten minutes after saying ‘I do.’
Thinking that it was the call center telling me a woman was in labor, I answered it, intending to tell the attendant that Torres was on call for me today.
What I got instead was a man telling me that I was being summoned to take over for a doctor that had been hurt in the line of duty.
“When?” I asked, praying I’d at least get today.
“One week to get your affairs in order,” the man on the other end of the line said. “The doc is really hurt. There’s no way he’s finishing his stint. The next doctor has to close down his practice and was given three months to do so, so you’ll be covering for him until he can get over here.”