Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 25840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
“Darian,” she groans, her knees widening and her arms clinging to me. “Harder.”
The door bangs against the rusted hinges, but I don’t give a fuck if the neighbors hear. Let them listen to my wife call my name, because that’s the only name she’ll ever call.
“You’re mine, goddamn it.” I push up her little half shirt and pull down the soft cup of her bra. When her nipple is free, I latch on to it, and I feel her pussy clench in response. She’s so close so fast, and I get bigger inside her.
“Right there, right there,” she chants, tilting her hips, and I thrust against that spot over and over.
It’s hot and fast, but when she cums, I follow her over the edge in a blaze of fire. There’s no part of her that doesn’t love me, and that power is like a drug. She fills all the empty places I try to create, and before I know what’s happening, she heals me. Every time we connect I’m made brand new, and it’s all because of our love.
I wonder if I’ll ever look back on this time and miss it.
Chapter 9
Rosy
Present day…
I tug on the top of the custom-made dress wondering why the hell it’s so damn tight. This is going to be a long night, and we haven’t even left yet. Just putting this thing on has me ready for cozy clothes and the couch. I used to love getting dressed up for date night, but now the task can be daunting. It’s not just Darian and me out on the town, it’s lots of people and I’m playing a part. How have I fallen into the routine, or rather how have we fallen into this?
All these years later and my heart still flutters when I think of marrying Darian. It’s only in the past couple of years that everything’s changed. It’s like we hit the lottery, only this wasn't luck. It was all Darian and his brilliant mind and years of working finally paying off. I’ve known since high school my Darian would do something great, and it finally happened for the both of us.
Most people who meet him know that not only is he incredibly smart, he’s incredibly driven. If Darian gets his mind set on something, there’s no stopping him. It’s one of the things I love most about my husband because it’s how he got me.
I check my phone again to see if I have any missed calls or texts, but he must have been too busy today. I haven't heard a peep from him since this morning when he woke me with his mouth. After he sent me into a pleasure-filled sleep, I woke up to an empty house.
His days are always full because everyone wants a piece of him. I don’t blame them, but I’m starting to get jealous of the people who are getting most of his time. Hell, a year ago the Pentagon wanted a meeting with him. That’s what happens when you create software that can not only identify people’s faces but it can also read body language too. Darian created software that can not only assess people in seconds but determine what they are most likely feeling and what they are going to do next.
Everyone wanted their hands on the technology. From the military, phone companies, and even people who design toys. I don’t even fully understand how it works, yet it keeps growing. So much so that Darian has been working with the government as a consultant more often than not.
I smile when the phone in my hand rings, and I see it’s Lindsey. “Hey. What’s going on?”
“It’s still weird to me when I see my brother's name come up while I’m watching TV. I swear I hear more about what’s going on in his life from the news than from him.” I bark a laugh because it’s funny and true.
“What are they saying today? Please don’t say he’s been asked to do Dancing with the Stars or something.” This time Lindsey laughs.
“No, some dating app. I guess you link it up with your social media. It pairs you with people who are supposed to be the most compatible based on things you’ve liked or places you often go. I don’t know, this shit is always over my head.”
“I hear you. You gonna try the app?”
“Maybe. With the twins always gone it might give me something to do with my free time,” she says, shocking me. I think Lindsey might be experiencing empty nest syndrome. In the blink of an eye we went from barely making ends meet to having more money than we could all spend if we had ten lifetimes.
A month ago, the twins took off to travel, and Lindsey didn’t want to go with them. I understood that this was a chance for them to live their lives, but it seems like Lindsey is left twiddling her thumbs.