Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 48258 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 241(@200wpm)___ 193(@250wpm)___ 161(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48258 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 241(@200wpm)___ 193(@250wpm)___ 161(@300wpm)
“Don’t you wish that evil on me. Mom already said twice this week she hopes I get exactly what we put her through.”
We both laugh because our mom is right. She and Dad are still down in Florida having a great retirement. We decided not to tell them what’s going on because we didn’t want to worry them. Barrett and I video chatted with them several times so they could “meet” and talk about the wedding. My parents were so excited and supportive even though it’s only been a short time. The wedding is a month away, so they’ve decided to wait and come up the week before so that they can meet our new extended family before the big day.
It was the same when I talked to Barrett’s parents for the first time. They are on a cruise in Alaska for the next three weeks, but they’ll be back in time for the wedding. They were so excited for the two of us, and I keep thinking how lucky we are to have an amazing family that supports our love.
“Are you sure you don’t want Mom with us for the dress shopping?” Gabi asks, and I give her a look. She laughs and nods. “Yeah, I know I didn’t either. She’s so sweet, but the last time someone wore puffy sleeves to a wedding it was in a Guns N’ Roses video.”
“You must be Gabi. Ginny has told us so much about you,” Lynn says, and she and Steph introduce themselves.
We all talk for a few moments and I see Neal and Barrett talking together out of the corner of my eye. I should probably want to know what they’re saying to each other, but they’re likely plotting ways to keep us inside the house forever.
“Dinner is ready if you guys want to go ahead and grab a drink then come up to the bar. We’re doing family-style pasta and sauces tonight, so you can make your own,” I say as I set down the stack of plates.
Barrett and I wanted everyone to meet and have a casual dinner, and this was the best way I knew how. Plus, it lets me get three more people on my side of the argument and I really want to win this one.
“Hey,” Gabi says, pulling my arm so I go with her to the other side of the kitchen.
“Are you okay?” I whisper and check back over my shoulder.
“I just want you to know that I’m your sister. You can play nice with Lynn and Steph, but you better watch yourself.” She glares at me and I have to fight a smile at her being jealous.
“You’ve been on house arrest too long,” I say, giving her a big hug.
“I know,” she whines, and I can’t hold back my laughter any longer. “I’m going crazy.”
“If all goes well tonight, then we’ll be tasting cakes and having fake cocktails tomorrow afternoon,” I say and give her shoulders a squeeze.
“Right,” she says, focusing on Neal and Barrett. “I’ve brought out the big guns. I’ve been withholding sex until he agrees.”
“Damn, no wonder he’s in a foul mood. How long has it been?”
“Eleven hours and twenty-seven minutes. I don’t know how much longer I can take it,” she says and pretends to cry. I roll my eyes and turn to walk away, but she grabs my arm. “Get this settled tonight, Ginny. I’m super hormonal and I’ve got needs. You understand me?”
“We got this,” I say and then we fist bump.
Barrett can’t keep his eyes off me all through dinner. At first, I thought he was just doing it because all the women at the table are pushing for him and Neal to let us have our day tomorrow. But as the conversation moves forward and dinner turns into dessert, his stare becomes hungry. My body responds exactly how it always does when he looks at me like I belong to him. Like I’m his property to do with as he pleases. God help me, it shouldn’t turn me on, but it does.
I’m a strong, independent woman who doesn’t need a man, but when he looks at me like that I’m a damsel stuck in a tower and the only escape is on his dick.
I clear my throat as I place the banana pudding on the table and pass out plates. I try my best not to look at him, but I feel his eyes undressing me. I’m sweaty and aching between my legs, and all I want to do is sit on his face.
“Ginny?” Steph says, and I have to remind myself we’re not alone.
“Sorry, what?”
“Do you want some?” she asks, smiling and looking between Barrett and me.
I have to stifle a moan when I think about how bad I want it. But then I remember she’s not asking about Barrett’s cock.