Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 65444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
“Come sit down with us,” I urge after a moment, and he nods then follows me to the table, where he takes a seat next to Steven, who I’m slowly falling in love with. He has a power that I don’t possess when it comes to Hunter, and it only takes a few minutes before Steven’s got him laughing.
“Don’t stop. I’m really close,” I breathe against Zach’s mouth, wrapping my legs tighter around his waist. Fifteen minutes ago, we checked into our hotel for the night, and as soon as we got settled into our rooms, the kids told us they were going down to the pool to swim for an hour before it closed. Once they were gone, Zach locked the door and took off my clothes.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” he growls, then he’s flipping me onto my belly, yanking my hips up and slamming into me from behind.
“My God.” My head flies back and his hands slide around, one holding onto my breast, the other sliding between my legs, zeroing in on my clit as he slams into me over and over, sending me hurling into an orgasm that takes my breath away.
I absently hear him groan behind me, and then his hips press completely into mine and still as the sound of our heavy breathing fills the room. Resting my forehead on the bed, I try to catch my breath and get my heart rate under control. Having an orgasm before him was a crapshoot, but with Zach, it happens every time, and every time, it takes me by surprise.
“Stay,” he commands, pulling out slowly. I whimper at the loss of him then turn my head and watch him walk into the bathroom, hearing the water start up.
Coming back a second later, he has a washcloth in his hand and his eyes lock on mine. I learned during our second time together not to argue about this or to tell him that I can clean myself up. I don’t know why he insists on doing it, but he does it every time without fail. Relaxing onto the bed, he gently wipes me, and then I feel his lips on my back. Another thing he does sometimes if I’m on my back, he kisses my mouth or stomach before going back and rinsing the rag.
“You’re good now, baby.” He says softly.
“Thanks,” I say shyly, then reach down and grab my panties and jeans from the floor.
“What should we do for dinner?” he asks, tucking himself back into his jeans and buttoning them up.
“I don’t know. Something healthy-ish, because the kids ate all that junk food on the boat then on the plane,” I say, pausing with my own jeans pulled up to mid-thigh. “What?” I question, seeing the look on his face.
“Nothing.” He grins, and I shake my head.
“I think they have a Subway across the street. We could do that.”
“Healthy,” he mutters, and I feel my face scrunch up.
“What?”
“It’s cute that you’re always trying to make the kids eat healthy.”
“Vegetables are important, Zach.”
“They are,” he agrees, smiling bigger, but the smile on his face says he thinks I’m being cute and I blow out a breath.
“I know you, Steven, and Hunter believe lettuce and tomatoes count, but they don’t,” I say, jumping up to get my pants up over my hips then fastening the button.
“Why’s that?” He raises a brow, resting his hands on his hips, and my eyes scan over his torso, wishing we didn’t have to get dressed. “You were saying?” he prompts, sounding far too cocky.
“Well, for starters, lettuce is roughage and has no real nutritional value, and second, tomatoes are a fruit, so they don’t count either.”
“Not sure they are going to have a buffet of vegetables at Subway, baby.”
“Well, it’s better than Burger King or McDonald’s,” I mutter, grabbing my bra from his hand and putting it on. I take my shirt, which he picked up, from his grasp, only to be tagged around my wrist and pulled into his chest.
“It’s a vacation. The kids never get to eat McDonald’s or Burger King, so if they want that stuff tonight, they can have it.”
“What about you? You’re not as young as you used to be. You should be eating healthy too,” I say, and his face moves closer to mine.
“Are you calling me old?”
“No,” I breathe against his mouth, as his hand moves down, grabbing my ass, pulling my pelvis flush against his.
“Good.”
“Are you going to let me go, so I can put my shirt on?”
“Don’t really want to, but yeah.” He nips my bottom lip then lets me go, and I slip my shirt on over my head.
“Are you sure you and the boys will be okay all sleeping in here?” I ask, looking around the room with two double beds, a dresser, and a chair that pulls out into a bed.