Total pages in book: 156
Estimated words: 142833 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 714(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 142833 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 714(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
"Not yet."
I turn on my side and prop my head up on my arm.
"You have to tell him, Em."
"I know...I just don't want to hurt him. I don't think he'll understand."
I reach across the bed and touch her hand. "He loves you. He'll understand. Trust me, he just wants you to be happy."
"I know...but I'm afraid he'll think it’s like I'm leaving him in a way," she lets out a shaky sigh. "And I'm not. I just want to do my own thing. I'm always going to be Asher's wife in Ashes & Embers, ya know? They think of me as a backup singer. People don't see me as anything else. In my own band, I'll be me." She turns her head towards me. "Does that make sense?"
"It does. You have to do what's good for you, Ember. You can't just be Asher's wife and Kenzi's mom, you have to be you, too. You're an amazing singer, and I think your own band will do awesome. An all-girl rock band is fuckin' kick ass. I think he'll be proud of you."
"I hope so."
Sitting up, I squint at the digital clock next to their bed. It's almost five pm.
"Do you feel any better?" I ask. Earlier today she got sick to her stomach, became dizzy, and then fell in the kitchen. She's sure it’s just the flu, but she asked me to stay with her while she rested in bed in case she felt sick again. Asher's away for the weekend with his dad, but when I wanted to call him to let him know she was sick, she made me promise not to so he wouldn't rush home.
"A little bit. Just tired."
"You keep resting. I'll make Kenzi some grilled cheese, and keep her busy until bed time. I'll check on you in a little while. Okay?"
"I know I say this a hundred times a week, but I don't know what we'd do without you. You're always so good to us. Our other husband." She smiles at the joke and rolls over onto her side to sleep.
We have this joke where Ash and Ember call me their other husband. Usually it's funny.
Sometimes, it’s not.
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Her skin is soft and dewy from the shower, inviting caresses and kisses over every curve, and I can't get enough of her. She sighs and writhes like a sultry snake beneath me, her nails digging into my back as she arches up to press her body against mine. Her lust and love for me equals mine for her, and that has made chemistry explosive between us.
Rolling over onto my back, I pull her on top of me and she's already a step ahead of me, knowing exactly what I want and need. Her body moves tantalizingly slow on top of me, like she's savoring every inch, every breath, every touch. She takes my cock into her with a long, smooth descent, then lifts herself up even slower 'til she reaches my tip before lowering down onto me again, repeating this over and over. There's no rush, no crazy bouncing up and down, no slamming of bodies. Her body dances effortlessly with mine, like we were made to be one since the beginning of time. There's no rush to reach an end because there is no end. Her eyes fall closed, her pouty lips parting with the ecstasy of my body filling hers as she makes love to me like we have forever.
And she made me believe that we did have forever.
I'm love struck, enraptured with the sensual, lustful way her body takes ownership of mine. I can't move. I don't want to move. No woman has ever taken me before. Not like this - not so completely, so honestly, with such raw and uninhibited desire and passion. No woman has ever wanted me this way or made me feel so utterly and completely adored. And within that she has given herself to me just as completely. She holds back nothing and gives everything.
This is what I have been wanting and waiting for so long. This indescribable connection.
My hands tighten around her waist, more to remind myself that's she's real than any other reason. Everything else begins to fade away. The doubts. The black cloud hanging over us.
No way in fucking hell am I ever letting this go. I'm never letting her go.
Her soft moans drag my gaze up her body to rest on her beautiful face, her eyes fluttering open at that same moment to meet mine, and her lips curve into the smile that changed my life so many years ago.
She leans down to kiss me, her breasts swaying, nipples brushing against my chest. She's the sexiest, most loving creature I've ever met in my life. Everything about this girl defies her age and her time on this planet.