Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 36665 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 183(@200wpm)___ 147(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36665 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 183(@200wpm)___ 147(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
Once she’s satisfied, I stand, my cock begging for a taste of his own, but today is not that day. I don’t want there to be any lies between us the first time I fully take her.
“Jackson.” Her sultry voice breaks me from my thoughts. She sits up a bit. Fuck, she’s the most beautiful creature I’ve ever laid eyes on.
“Lift your shirt, princess. Show me those beautiful tits.” She does exactly as she’s instructed. Her pert pink nipples beg to have my mouth on them. “Spread your legs.” I reach down and stroke my cock at the sight of her.
The need to mark her skin is driving me hard. It’s barbaric, but I have to have this. It’s not long before I’m coming, my release coating her cunt. Before I can say a word, she reaches down, coating her fingers with my release, and brings them to her mouth.
She is truly trying to kill me or drive me insane. I lean down and take her mouth. This kiss is different from all the others. It’s a bit rough and raw, letting her know she’s mine now.
“Put your panties back on.” I break the kiss, knowing if I don’t stop now, there will be no turning back.
“I want more.” I close my eyes for a second to get myself under control. I hate denying her, but I know it’s the right thing to do. Something I haven’t always done when it comes to my princess.
22
PAISLEY
“Let me see that thing.” June snaps the black American Express card out of my hand. “It’s black!”
“Aren’t they all black?” At my response, she bursts into laughter.
"No, Richie Rich, they're not." June tries to bend the card, but it’s metal. “I still can’t believe you're some filthy rich heiress.” I’d spent lunch telling June who I truly was. I didn’t want to continue lying to her. She hadn't been too shocked.
“I am not,” I hiss, glancing around to make sure no one can hear us. Not only am I still secretly hiding, but I also don't want anyone to treat me differently. In Cottonwood, the last name Woods means nothing, and I want it to stay that way. “It’s not even my card.” I hold my hand out for her to give it back to me.
“Still, you think all American Express cards should be black. That’s only for the rich.”
“It’s your brother’s card,” I point out. When he dropped me off for one of my afternoon lunches with June, he thrust it upon me. He told me he wanted me to pick up some more things for the house.
"And he wants you to buy items to decorate the house. The same house he would barely let Mom touch.” June has a wickedly happy smirk as she says all of this. I don’t get a chance to respond. Not that I have much of one, because what she is saying is all true. I'm sure Abigail would be as tickled about this as June is.
I tried to push back, thinking he should be there to help me pick it out. It was his home and his card, but it was an exercise in futility. Once Jackson gets an idea into his head, there is no stopping him. The man can be stubborn. It can be annoyingly charming.
“Do you girls want anything?” Rose inquires while giving Tigger a scratch under his chin. He sits beside me in the booth. He enjoys getting out of the house. I have a harness and leash for him, but he doesn’t need it.
“Nah, we’re good.” June once again snags the card from me. “You can use this.”
“June!” I try to grab it back, but Rose is quicker.
“It’s fine. We all know Jack is in love. He won’t give a shit about paying for his sister and woman’s lunch.” With that, Rose is off.
I feel my cheeks warm. I haven’t gotten used to people seeing me and Jackson as a couple. Everything has happened so fast. Plus, we haven’t said the L word yet. There’s also the little detail of us not even having had sex yet, too!! Jackson did, however, speak about marriage. He’s brought it up a few times. It always makes me feel like there is a jar of butterflies being released inside me when he mentions it.
"Are you blushing at the L word?"
“How do you always know everything?”
“I know my brother loves you.” She shrugs.
“He hasn’t said it.” Neither have I, I remind myself. Even though that’s exactly how I feel.
“Trust me, he doesn’t have to. It’s in everything he does.” I can’t argue with her there. “I didn’t know you were an heiress. But I did know you weren’t poor.”
“June.” I sigh, not wanting to make this a thing.
“What? Don’t heirs have trusts and stuff?”
“I think.” They don’t call us trust-fund babies for no reason.