Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23241 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23241 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
“I’m glad I could make your dreams come true,” I mumble around his cock.
“That’s supposed to be my line.” He wraps his hand around the back of my head, and his muscular legs shake as I suck harder.
I give a little squeak when he suddenly reaches down and drags me up his warm, muscular body. “Hey.” I pout. “I was freaking trying to blow your mind.”
“You blow my mind without trying.” He pulls me over his body, and my legs fall over his hips as he leans up to kiss my lips. “But I’m not going to come in your mouth and waste my cum until I’ve knocked your gorgeous ass up.”
“Oh.” The thought of having his baby should terrify me, but it doesn’t. It actually sounds like heaven, but I’m a little surprised he’s ready to start over with another family after he raised his brothers. “Are you sure you want to raise another child?” It’s the one thing we haven’t discussed.
“Spitfire, I plan to knock your little ass up several times in the next few years. I want a whole houseful of little ones that look just like their mother.”
“We might have to negotiate. I’m not sure I’m up to a houseful. Maybe we can start with one and see how things go?”
“Anything to make you happy.” He pulls my head down and kisses me until my brain shuts down.
I reach between us and wrap my hand around his hard erection. I place it at my opening and slowly slide down until he presses deep into my pussy.
Sitting back, I slowly lift up and drop down on his shaft while he digs his fingers into my hips. I rotate my hips on each downward stroke, making sure his erection rubs the spot deep inside me that drives me wild.
Owen reaches up and closes his hands around my boobs, rubbing his thumbs over my sensitive nipples.
Before long, a climax sneaks up on me. I throw back my head to cry out his name as fireworks burst behind my closed eyelids.
The next morning, we head down for breakfast, and I’m relieved to find the kitchen empty. Thank God, I don’t have to meet his brothers after I spent the night in their oldest brother’s childhood bed.
After we shower and dress, Owen offers to show me around his hometown, and I jump at the chance. “All of this is your family’s property?” I ask as we drive down the long road leading to his family farm.
Yesterday, I was so excited to see him and more than a little nervous, so I missed the ride in from the airport.
“It is.” Owen takes my hand in his and brings it to his mouth for a kiss. “How did you get here from the airport?”
“Justice picked me up.” I lean back in the cozy leather seat and stare out the window. “And we had a long talk.”
“Oh.” Owen turns to look at me before pulling over on the side of the road. “How did that go?”
I run my finger down the side of his cheek and smile up at him. “It went well. We had a long talk and cleared the air.” I’d been needing to talk to Justice for a long time. Between my decision to retire from the band, wanting to open the music school, and my new relationship with Owen, there were too many unanswered questions. “He finally understands that the music school has been a goal of mine since I was young. It’s something I have to do.”
“What do you mean?”
I want Owen to understand why my school is so important to me. “When I attended Julliard, I met tons of talented musicians who couldn’t afford to attend school because of their family’s finances. There are so many great musicians who never realize their potential because they weren’t born wealthy. I always knew I wanted to find a way to make a musical education affordable.”
“How are you planning to do that with the school?” Owen rubs his bottom lip as confusion flashes through his dark green eyes.
“I’m going to take half as paying students, and the other half will attend the school on full scholarships.”
Maeve helped me come up with this plan. If I play my cards right, I should be able to finance the school and keep it running for several years on my savings. I’m hoping that once the wealthy Silver Spoon Falls residents see the benefits of my school, they’ll donate to keep the school going.
“I’ve already arranged for Bender Valentine, the retired rockstar who’s a member of the Silver Spoon MC, to teach guitar seminars at the school from time to time. He’s going to put the word out among his friends to see if he can find anyone else willing to volunteer their time.”
“You’re too goddamn special for me.” Owen pushes a button and puts his seat all the way back before pulling me across the center console. “But I’m fucking keeping you anyway.”