Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 66535 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66535 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
She nods, her arms encircling me as I chase my release and she milks my cock.
“Yes, daddy,” she breathes. “Oh hell yes. Please, daddy. So damn good. So. Good.”
Her legs wrap around me as I thrust again, until her head falls back and she screams my name.
“Gabriel!” She’s panting, writhing, coming as I spill my seed in her, my own groans of release mingling with hers. I lose myself to this, to this moment of her surrender and our coming back together, until we’re both panting and sated.
“That was so fucking good,” she groans, with a little moan. “So good.”
I kiss her cheek, brushing damp tendrils aside. “We needed that.”
She sighs in contentment. “We did.”
I push the button to speak with the driver, and order us back to the hospital. “Sorry, I say, not at all sorry. “Change of plans. Please take us back.”
“Yes, sir. Certainly, sir.”
We head back. She tells me what her mother said about me, and how what her mother said was the impetus for her coming to find me.
She sighs. “And she was right. Thank God, she was right, Gabriel. I honestly think if Lexi hadn’t found out Tom was cheating on her, I wouldn’t have been as troubled by what you did.”
I nod slowly. Makes sense. Her sister’s ex was about to marry her, had the nerve to cheat on her, then the two of them were more sensitive than they normally would be.
“And I’m so sorry,” she says. “I mean, I was a little freaked out, not gonna lie. You have to understand that I coach my girls about safety. We have classes and seminars on being safe with your clients and how to avoid people that are too clingy or possessive.”
I wince. “Touché.”
She smiles, placing a hand on my cheek and holding my gaze. “But I’m honored you were into me. I really am. No more of the snooping, though, right?”
I shake my head. “Of course not, baby.”
“Not that I have anything to hide,” she says quietly. “It’s just the principle of the thing.”
“Of course.”
I hold her hand when we arrive back at the hospital.
“Lexi’s inside with her still?”
“Yes. Want to come up together? I’m sure there’s plenty of food left for you, your driver, and probably your entire staff combined.”
I can’t help but chuckle. “Went a little overboard?”
She smiles and shrugs. “A little.” She takes my hand. “But that’s who you are. Generous to a fault, and who can really blame you for that?”
I pull her back to me just before we head back inside to go see Lexi and her mom. I kiss her cheek. “You’d be surprised.”
She giggles sheepishly as we enter the building.
My reception is at once hot and cold. Her sister’s reluctant to shake my hand, but her mom breaks into a grin.
“There he is,” she says approvingly. “The man of the hour. Look who came to pay us a visit.”
I’m thankful for one ally in this, anyway. I walk over to her, ignoring Lexi’s narrow-eyed fury. There’s a knock at the door, and a nurse comes in.
“Mr. Lord!” she says, grinning. “The nurses’ station thanks you so much for your generosity!”
Lexi rolls her eyes. “There was enough food for an army, showoff,” she mutters.
“Lexi, stop.” Her mom gives her a disproving look. “Honestly, Lexi, how could you, after all Mr. Lord has done.” She smiles at me and extends her hand to shake. “Did you talk to my husband about this? Have you seen him, Mr. Lord?”
I feel Miranda tense and Lexi sighs. I reach for her mom’s hand and shake it gently.
“I haven’t seen him, ma’am. But I’m told he’s very pleased you’re happy here.”
Miranda sighs. Even Lexi seems to soften a little.
“You have been very generous,” Lexi admits, then she rakes her gaze over Miranda.
“Girl, do you think I was born yesterday?” She looks at the clock, then at Miranda’s mussed up hair, swollen lips, and disheveled clothing. She shakes her head. “The make-up kind is the best, though, isn’t it?” She gives a wistful sigh, and Miranda flushes pink.
“You like your new home, Miss Montague? Are you ready to leave the hospital and go back?”
She nods, but her gaze wanders out the window. “It’s lovely, yes,” she says softly. “I wish my husband could see it. But he isn’t here anymore, is he?”
I look to Miranda and Lexi. They stare back at me. None of us really know how to respond. Finally, I clear my throat.
“He isn’t.”
She turns to me bravely, a sad smile on her lips. “Lexi mentioned she might like to relocate, and I think... I think I’m ready to move, too. Join you youngsters in Nevada. Are there any places like this that are nearer my girls?”
Hope blooms in my chest. Miranda squeezes my hand.
“I’ll see what I can find, I promise.”