Always Yours (Whiskey Men #5) Read Online Hope Ford

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Chick Lit, Erotic Tags Authors: Series: Whiskey Men Series by Hope Ford
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Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 50872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 170(@300wpm)
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She’s shaking her head before I even finish and starts to laugh. “But that’s not true… it works… I felt it. I mean, I felt it against my foot. You can definitely get hard.”

I don’t let go, but I do let our hands fall onto my leg between us. “You’re right, Ally. I can definitely get hard… with you.”

She points at herself as her eyes widen. “With me?”

I can’t help but laugh. Does she really not have any idea? “Yes, when I think of you, when I see you, when I touch you… I’m hard.”

She pulls away from my hand and tries to scoot back, but I grab on to her waist to hold her still. “Where do you think you’re going? You wanted to talk about this, and you’re right. It’s past time. I think we need to talk about this. It’s about time we got it out in the open, don’t you think?”

She sounds as if she’s about to burst into tears. “You’re lying to me, Austin.”

I deny it instantly. “I’m not lying to you.”

She crosses her arms over her ample chest. Her red hair is wild around her head, her lips are puckered, and her eyes are wet. “I don’t need you to feel sorry for me.”

“Feel sorry for you?” I burst out. “I don’t feel sorry for you. What are you talking about?”

She points at her belly and then waves it up and down her body. “So I’m supposed to believe that you’re attracted to all this?”

“Yes, because I am.”

She tilts her head to the side and searches my face. “Do you have some kind of pregnancy fetish or something? Because before this you never looked at me twice.”

“I couldn’t… I wouldn’t let myself.” I try to explain, but I know I’m not doing a good job of it.

She takes a deep breath and blows it out slowly. “I can’t do this right now. I’m not thinking right. I have all these stupid hormones going crazy inside me. I’m thinking things—wanting things—I shouldn’t be wanting. And you know what, you walking around here half naked is not helping matters. Forget it, Austin. We don’t need to do this. I’m not sure what we’re doing, but I don’t need you to fix all my problems for me.”

I scoot closer to her, wrapping my hands around her elbows to hold her in place. “What if I want to take care of your problems? This one, especially?”

She’s searching my eyes. I see the fear in hers, and I know it’s the same look reflected in mine. I wouldn’t be honest if I didn’t say a part of me is scared. Of course I’m worried about changing our friendship. I want things to be the same… but I want more.

I bring my hands up and brush her hair back, tucking it behind her ears. “Lie back, Ally.”

She trembles and bites onto her lower lip. Her eyes are dilated, and I know she’s feeling everything I’m feeling right now. I knew being close to her, living under the same roof would be a test for me, and I’ve never been happier to fail a test in my life. When she doesn’t move, I tell her again as I gently push her backwards, “Lie down, Ally.”

She goes to her back, and I lay her feet on my lap. I don’t even try to keep her away from my hard manhood. “But…” she starts.

I shake my head slowly. “No buts. Just let me do this for you.”

She rubs her hand across her swollen belly. “What exactly are you going to do for me?”

I don’t hesitate. “Make you feel good… maybe relieve a little bit of stress for you.”

She looks at me, and I see the desire flare on her face. She wants this, but I don’t trust she’s going to just give in. I know she’s scared. Hell, I’m scared, but I’m even more scared about losing her. “Do you trust me, Ally?”

She rolls her eyes. “You know I do.”

I nod and let my eyes rove up her body. From where I’m sitting, with her feet in my lap, I have a perfect view. Now if she wasn’t so tense, I could take full advantage of this situation. “Okay, so.” I should feel bad about it, but I don’t. I cup my hard manhood in my shorts and give it a healthy tug before wrapping my hand back around her foot. “Since you trust me, I need you to let me do something.”

I try to stop her from tensing up by massaging her feet and then up and over her ankles. She’s restless as she stretches out her legs, but I don’t stop my movements. Her voice is husky when she finally asks me the question. “What do you want me to let you do?”


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