Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 79912 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79912 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
I can’t stop thinking about her, and I need relief. Seeing her naked two days in a row is more than what any man can handle. Feeling her body pressed to mine both of those times, well, the memory of that is what has me reaching for my cock. Bracing one arm on the shower wall, I close my eyes and bow my head as the memories of my time with Aspen these last two days filter through my mind.
I stroke from root to tip, hard and fast. My spine stiffens, and my body is tight, and I pump faster. Within minutes I’m exploding into the shower, and although the orgasm gave me some relief, I still want her, and my cock knows the difference between my hand and Aspen. With a heavy sigh, which I’m not sure is relief or disappointment, I wash and turn off the water.
Fifteen minutes later, the smell of bacon and eggs leads me to the kitchen. “Morning,” I greet Aspen. She’s wearing black tights or leggings or whatever they're called, and an old sweatshirt. After closer inspection, I see it’s mine. She must have taken it from my closet. “That looks familiar,” I say, pulling at the hood as I pass her to grab a cup of coffee. Once I have my cup poured, I lean back against the counter, crossing my legs at the ankles so I can get a better look at her.
“Sorry,” she says sheepishly. “I was freezing, and it looked so warm.”
“I don’t mind.” She has no idea what it does to me to see her in my clothes. Girls in college would steal my clothes all the time. They’d wear them to a party to try to get a reaction out of me and nothing. I felt nothing. Maybe less if it was one of my favorites, but nothing like this. I have an overwhelming need to beat on my chest and scream to the world she’s mine. Right after I kiss the hell out of her, that is.
“Hungry?” She holds up a plate filled with bacon, eggs, and toast.
“Thank you.” I take the plate and sit on one of the stools at the island. She tops off her cup of coffee and joins me.
“So, what’s on the agenda today?” she asks before taking a bite of eggs.
You and me in bed all day. “More of the same. The snow finally stopped, so hopefully, they will get up here to the roads.”
“They won’t be here until around dinner time tomorrow. I talked to Aurora this morning,” she explains.
“Yeah, I talked to Dad and Grant, and they said the same thing. Hopefully, the road is good to go by then.”
“If not, we have a plan. Well, Grant has a plan.” I go on to explain hiring a private company to clear the road to the cabin.
“I have no doubt he will do whatever needs to be done to marry my sister. He’s one of the good ones.”
I nod. She’s right, he is. All of my brothers are. I’d like to think that I can include myself in that assessment as well. However, I’ve never really cared if a woman thought I was one of the good ones. Not until now, and I’m not sure why I do. I just know I want her to think that about me.
“So, when the road clears, this place is going to be hopping with activity. The decorators will need to get in here, and then the caterers wanted to set up prior as well. That’s why I’m here early.”
“Yeah, we’ll make it happen. Don’t worry.”
“What if the caterer and whoever she hired to decorate can’t do it with the delay? Then what?”
“Then we take over. I promise you that your sister and my brother are getting married on Saturday.”
“I know. I have no doubts about you and your family. I just worry, you know? She’s been through so much, and she deserves to be happy. I want that for her more than anything.”
I nod. I do know. Aurora’s ex did a number on her, but Grant is working hard to turn that all around. I think he’s well on his way. “What about your parents?” I ask to keep the conversation flowing. If I don’t, my mind will go to her soft, plump lips, at least I think they’re soft. I’d love to find out for myself.
“Oh, they’re already in Nashville. They came a few days early to start looking for a place. I guess now Aurora is getting married, they want to make sure they’re close by when the grandkids start to arrive.”
“Do you know something I don’t know?” I raise my eyebrows in question.
“No. At least, I don’t think so. Mom and Dad know we’re happy in Nashville, and now that Aurora and hopefully me one day will start our own families, or at least settle down, they want to be close.”