Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 73311 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73311 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Over and over, until I could do nothing but smile at him and his transparency.
His cock was tenting the front of his jeans, and his breathing was coming faster than usual.
He looked like he was at war with himself, and I wanted to go over there and give him a big hug as I told him everything would be all right.
I didn’t do either of those things, though.
Instead, I sat there and waited for him to make his decision.
Either way I’d be giving myself to him.
If he wanted to wipe this bad juju from his memory, though, I’d help him.
I’d help him do anything if only he asked.
My heart was in my throat as I watched him finally come to a decision, and it wasn’t the one I was expecting of him.
***
Aaron
I’d just decided that I had to have her when I heard my brother call my name.
With two long strides I was out the door and blocking it before he could even make it halfway to the garage.
“I’m going to go grab dinner for us before you have to go.” He told me the moment he spotted me. “Do you want anything special?”
No, I want you to leave right the fuck now.
“No, thank you. Whatever you’re getting will do,” I told him shortly.
His brows furrowed. “Something wrong?”
I shook my head. “No.”
Not if you leave.
“All right,” Booth said, eyes never leaving mine. “I’ll be about twenty minutes. Masen’s taking a shower with the baby.”
Enough time to get what I needed to get done, done.
“Okay.”
Booth knew what I was about to do. I could see it in his eyes. He didn’t call me on it, though.
Instead, he turned without another word and headed for his truck that was parked under the car port, stepping over Tank who was still sunning himself in the middle of the yard on his way.
I turned back around and headed back into the garage, being sure to lock it once again before turning my attention to the woman who was sitting on the edge of the seat of my truck staring at me with surprise written all over her face.
“I wasn’t leaving,” I answered her silent question. “I was keeping Booth from seeing those tits of yours.”
Her mouth dropped open, her face automatically going to the door to see if she could see outside.
I used the time while her gaze was occupied to rip my shirt over my head and toe out of my boots.
By the time her attention was back on me, I was starting on my jeans.
“You’re not going to make me move off the truck, are you?” she asked hopefully.
I only smiled.
In answer, I shed my jeans, letting them and my underwear fall to my feet.
Her eyes automatically zeroed in on my erection, which was so erect that I was sure looked just as bad as it felt.
My balls were low, dangling between my legs like lead weights.
My dick was purple and throbbing with each accelerated beat of my heart.
I was breathing heavily, and knew the moment I got close enough, I was going to impale her on my hard cock.
Something in which she realized the moment she finally brought her gaze from my cock to my eyes.
Her breath hitched, and she fell back to her elbows, spreading her legs wider as she did.
“You’re not going to hurt me,” she promised.
I wanted to laugh.
How she could read my mind after such a small amount of time was seriously impressive, and I loved every single second of it.
Everything about Imogen was freakin’ amazing, and the more I got to know her, the more I liked everything I found out.
I liked how she enjoyed spending time with my brother and Masen—something that Lynn fucking despised and made no attempt to hide the fact from anyone.
I liked how she was with the kids—and the idea of having kids with Imogen wasn’t terrifying like it’d been with Lynn.
I more than liked the way my heart raced when she’d smile at me or tease me about something I’d done or said.
All in all, I fucking liked Imogen.
The amazing sex we’d had over the last three days was just a bonus.
The best thing, though, was the way she was taking all of the bad memories that Lynn had put into my brain away, and replacing them with good ones that included her.
Such as right now.
The last thing I remembered when it came to that truck was seeing my wife barreling straight toward me.
Or it had been.
In two days, or hell, even two hours, all I would see when it came to this vehicle was Imogen—legs spread wide—waiting for me.
“Are you just going to stare, or are you going to put that big monster to use?”
I was going to put it to use.
Without answering I walked toward her.
The moment she was within arm’s reach, I grabbed a hold of her left foot and pulled, not stopping until her ass hung over the side of the seat.