Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 108141 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 541(@200wpm)___ 433(@250wpm)___ 360(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108141 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 541(@200wpm)___ 433(@250wpm)___ 360(@300wpm)
“I’m so close,” she cries in frustration.
“Massage your clit, baby.”
She reaches under her, doing as I say. Her moans get louder, hoarser, and when a gasp escapes her lips and her pussy clamps down on my dick like a goddamn vice, I know she’s fallen over the edge, taking me with her.
After we’re both cleaned up, we lie in bed. Nevaeh wraps her arms around me and her legs weave in between mine. It’s as if she’s an extension of myself.
“I never imagined it could be like this,” she admits softly, kissing the skin where my fresh tattoo is inked. “Gerald would beg and I didn’t see the appeal. I didn’t mind waiting because I didn’t know it would feel like this.”
“It’s us, baby,” I tell her truthfully. I loved Kelsi, but it wasn’t like this with us. It was young love. We were fumbling through our emotions, still finding ourselves. We weren’t connected in the way Nevaeh and I are. She isn’t just my wife, she’s my other half. And there’s no way in hell I’m going to lose her.
Nevaeh
After spending the next couple days in Vegas, Ethan insists, despite my protests, it’s time to return home. He uses the excuse that he needs to get back to work, but I think he’s really anxious to meet with my doctor to discuss my prognosis and surgery. Every time I show a sign of a headache or feel dizzy, he flinches in concern. I thought he would ask me about it, but he’s held back, not allowing our honeymoon of sorts to be ruined or tainted.
After our five-hour flight back to New Jersey, Ethan grabs our bags and we head out of the airport. Since Rosco dropped us off, I’m not surprised to see him waiting for us.
“Boss.” Rosco nods, taking the luggage from Ethan and throwing it in the back of his black SUV. “Mrs. Romero.” He opens the door for me and I slide in the back seat, with Ethan following after.
“He called me Mrs. Romero,” I whisper to Ethan, giggling softly. I don’t think I’ll ever tire being called Nevaeh Romero.
“That’s because you’re mine,” Ethan growls, pulling me into his side. “Now buckle up. I need to make a couple calls. Are you hungry?”
“I’m starved.” We were offered meals on the flight, but I wasn’t feeling too well, so I skipped it. The way my stomach is aching, I’m regretting it now, especially since we have a two-hour drive home.
“What would you like?”
“Just a drive-thru is fine.”
“You’re not eating that shit,” Ethan says, taking on a serious tone. “Rosco, find us a Thai restaurant on the way,” he says, knowing it’s one of my favorite things to eat, after Chinese.
“Yes, sir.”
“We’ve eaten fast-food plenty of times,” I point out, confused. When Ethan glances at me, not meeting my eyes, but instead above, it clicks. “Eating a cheeseburger and fries isn’t going to affect my tumor.”
“You need to eat healthy so you can be strong,” he argues, and my heart swells over him worrying about me. Up until telling Ethan about my tumor, I’ve kept it a complete secret from everyone, so it’s weird someone knowing and caring, but it’s not unwelcome. I love how much he cares about me. He wants to protect me and keep me safe, but this tumor is out of his control, so he’s trying to control what he can, like my eating habits. I decide to let him have it.
“Thai sounds good.”
Ethan’s shoulders slump and he grants me a small smile, obviously happy I didn’t argue with him.
After stopping at a small hole-in-the-wall Thai restaurant, which served the best shrimp and chicken Pad Thai I’ve ever eaten, we’re back on the road again. Feeling jetlagged, I lay my head on Ethan’s shoulder and let the swaying of the vehicle lull me to sleep.
“Wake up, Angel,” I hear. Wrenching my eyes open, I take in my surroundings. We’re in a neighborhood, but not the right one.
“Where are we?” I ask, stretching my limbs.
“We’re home,” Ethan says, opening the door and getting out.
“Home?” I slide out of the SUV and get out.
“My place,” he clarifies. “While we were away, Rosco had all our stuff moved here. Now that Logan and Felix are in jail, and the sex trafficking ring has been brought down by the FBI, you’re safe, so we can live in my home, without my parents.”
“I liked living with your parents.” I shrug. His mom is so sweet. We would cook together several nights a week, and she loves romance books like I do. His dad was quiet but still very nice.
“Well, I’m going to like getting to fuck you all over every inch of our house,” Ethan murmurs into my ear. “And since my parents won’t be there, I’m also going to like making you scream and moan without having to cover your mouth.” He grins salaciously.