Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22390 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22390 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
“Take your time,” he says softly as he reaches to stroke my clit. His soft, teasing touch has the tension leaving my muscles and I manage to work in a little more.
When I feel his cock nudge my barrier, I take a deep breath and sit down. He impales me fully and I let out a soft hiss. The pain quickly gives way to pleasure and a feeling of fullness.
He runs his hands up and down my back. “How is it now?”
“Feels good. Really good. You?” I experiment with a small movement.
He groans. “Fucking perfect to me.”
It takes a few tries but together, we slowly start to find a rhythm that has both of us gasping and panting. The entire time West is playing with my clit, sending me higher and higher.
“I’m there,” I murmur.
“Then come for me,” he says.
My nails dig into his thick shoulders as I finally surrender to the bliss he’s giving me, losing myself in my body’s sensations. It’s only as I’m floating back down that I feel his release start. He comes with a guttural groan, sinking his teeth into my shoulder and marking me in a way no one else ever has.
We stay cuddled up together in the bathtub until the water grows cold. We’re not saying a word, just holding each other as our heart rates return to normal. He breaks the silence to ask, “Did I hurt you?”
“That was perfect,” I reassure him before I giggle. “I can’t believe we just had sex for the first time.”
There’s a wicked gleam in his eye. “The first of many times.”
“The first of many,” I repeat back before I press a kiss to his lips.
9
CASSIE
“You’re telling me you’d rather have X-ray vision than the ability to fly?” I demand of West as we sit at his kitchen table the next morning. Actually, he’s sitting at his kitchen table. I’m on his lap because the moment I tried to sit down, he growled and pulled me over here.
Maybe it’s because we’ve been pining for each other for ten years, but he hasn’t stopped touching me since I walked in the door. Not that I’m complaining. He held me all through the night and was the first thing I saw when I opened my eyes today. “What advantage could X-ray vision possibly have over flying? You can get anywhere really fast.”
He cuts another bite of his pancake and offers it to me. He’s feeding me too. He’s a total caveman who wants to do everything for me and I don’t mind it. Actually, it feels kind of nice to have someone who just wants to take care of me. “Yeah, but with the vision, I can see you naked any time I want.”
“Because I’m wearing so many clothes right now,” I answer with an eyeroll. He’s fully clothed and I’m sitting on his lap in just my panties and a see-through bra. In the floor by the kitchen island is my robe. I only got to wear it for three seconds before he was pulling it off of me and kissing his way down my skin. He ate me out twice before he made me chocolate chip pancakes with sprinkles. This man spoils me and the best part is I have a lifetime of us together to look forward to.
“Don’t you get sassy with me, little girl,” he says, giving my hip a firm squeeze. I love it when he calls me little girl. It’s from his favorite Springsteen song and it always makes me smile.
Before I can make a smart retort, his front door swings open and Micah is barreling through the front door. He has a sleeping baby in his arms and my normally calm brother looks completely disheveled.
“Don’t you know how to fuckin’ knock?” West demands, doing his best to cover me by wrapping his arms around my body.
Micah takes in the two of us, me barely clothed and sitting on West’s lap. His scowl deepens even more. “What the fu—hell are you doing with my naked sister?”
This has got to be the weirdest morning in the history of mornings. “Where did you get a baby? And turn around so I can put some clothes on.”
He does as I instructed. “Someone left her on my doorstep. I don’t know anything more than that. And how fuckin’ long has this been going on?”
“Why the fuck are you here?” West grinds out.
I move to the kitchen island and grab my robe. But the material is sheer, so I’m still exposed. West shrugs out of his button-down and passes it to me, leaving him in a short-sleeved white t-shirt. It perfectly clings to his biceps, showcasing his strong muscles. “That doesn’t answer anything. Is she yours? When did you—how do you have a daughter?”
“I don’t know anything about her yet.” Frustration and defeat bleed into Micah’s tone. “All I know is she was there one morning and now I have to figure out how to help her.”