Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 96833 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96833 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
I massaged her leg. “Anything involving you on top of me?”
“Where are we supposed to go? Phil and Kate are at the house. I just texted Dad, and he said they haven’t left yet. I don’t really feel like joining them.”
“Why don’t I book us a room for an hour or so? I’ll go anywhere to be alone with you.”
“That’s a waste of money.”
I patted her knee. “I’m good for it, Abby. I don’t think I can stand to wait much longer. I’ve been dying for you all day.”
She looked around, surveying the car park. “Why don’t you park over there by that tree?”
“Are you suggesting what I think you are?”
“Sadly, I am.”
I couldn’t move the car to the empty side of the lot fast enough. We probably wouldn’t get caught, but even if we did, I wasn’t sure I gave a fuck. I’d wanted to be buried inside of Abby since the moment I woke up this morning. When I shut off the engine, my dick was already straining against my trousers, begging for an escape. I moved my seat back as far as it would go. “Come here,” I ordered, unzipping myself and taking my rigid dick out.
Abby climbed on top, straddling me as she lifted her dress. In a split second, I sank into her, groaning so loudly that it was conceivable some of the patrons in the restaurant might have heard. “Fuck, Abby. Have you been this wet all night?”
“Maybe.” She bucked her hips as she began riding my cock.
I rested my head against the seat, enjoying every second. “Look at me, Abby. I want to see you.” I wrapped my hand around the back of her neck and thrust harder, urged on by the look of pure lust in her eyes as she bore down on me. “Give it to me, beautiful.”
The car shook as our bodies rocked together. Suddenly she dug her nails into my shoulders and the muscles between her legs began to convulse around my shaft. I could feel her orgasm as she tightened around me and screamed. I came instantly, practically blacking out from the pleasure.
As the motion of our bodies slowed, she smiled down at me with her gorgeous, glassy eyes. The bun on top of her head was now a mess. And for the first time in what felt like forever, my soul was happy. She made me happy.
CHAPTER 41
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Abby
Track 41: “London Boy” by Taylor Swift
The weeks after Sig went back to England were particularly hard. As much as his surprise visit had brought us closer, in some ways things were as unclear as ever—now with an ocean between us again. And I missed him even more than I had before he came.
The only thing truly clear after he left? I loved him. I knew that now, and it scared the hell out of me. I wasn’t sure when my feelings had transitioned from infatuation to love—was it when he’d looked into my eyes at the airport and I could tell he didn’t want to go? Was it when he’d steadied my dad as he noticed him losing his balance one evening after dinner? Or was it that crazy night in the shed? Regardless, I loved Sigmund Benedictus more than I’d loved any man before. And I feared it was one-sided. I knew he cared for me—his actions showed that. But love? The soul-shattering kind he’d shared with Britney? I wanted him to love me that way. Although I wasn’t sure he’d ever be capable of it again, I could never accept anything less.
Dad was scheduled for lung surgery next week, and his recovery would determine whether I’d either be staying here in Rhode Island to deliver the baby or heading back to England. I needed to fly while the airline would still let me, since pregnant women weren’t advised to travel by air after thirty-six weeks. At thirty-one weeks now, I was cutting it close. But still I crossed my fingers, hoping to give birth in England. I missed Lavinia, and Westfordshire, in general. Missed London, too. My heart ached to be back there, even if just for a short time more. I knew Sig would fly here for the birth, but from the time I’d made the decision to move to the UK, I’d always envisioned it happening over there.
On this early-December day, Dad had a pre-op appointment in Boston, so we’d been gone most of the afternoon. It was dark out now, and when we pulled into our driveway, I couldn’t believe my eyes. For a moment I thought I’d pulled onto the wrong property, but it was definitely ours.
The entire house was lit up in Christmas lights.
How? Between my pregnancy and Dad’s condition, neither of us had found the energy to decorate this year. So we’d nixed the idea.