Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 67614 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67614 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
“There you are.” Breena picks him up mid-chew, much to the cat’s dismay. “You scared me and got us all into some trouble. But that’s not your fault. Oh, baby, are you okay?”
She buries her face in the cat’s black fur and hugs him tightly.
Merlin looks annoyed.
“Meow.”
“I know you don’t love to be held, but I just need to for a minute.” When she finally sets him down, Merlin returns to his food dish. “Okay, I really need that shower now. I’m going to use yours if that’s okay with you. It’s bigger.”
“Excellent idea.” I grin and lead Breena upstairs to the en suite bathroom in my bedroom and start the water for her as she fetches her shampoo and soap from the other bathroom.
“Maybe I should just keep this in both rooms so I don’t have to carry it back and forth. Man, that is such a first-world statement to make.”
“Personally, I think you should just move into this bathroom. Like I said before, I can take the other one.”
“Hmm.” She slips her shirt over her head and then boosts up onto her tiptoes to kiss me. “I’ll think about it.”
“And you guys accuse Lorelei of being stubborn. I’d say it runs in the family.”
But then, all thoughts escape my mind entirely when Breena strips out of the rest of her clothes, not shy in the least to be standing naked in front of me, and then pulls her long, blonde hair up into a knot on the top of her head.
The gods knew what they were doing when they made Breena. Her body is soft and smooth with curvy hips and breasts. Her stomach isn’t flat, and I love it. She’s strong and just flat-out beautiful.
“You’re staring at my fat stomach,” she says, scowling at me. “I would prefer if you’d ogle my boobs. They’re better.”
“Every bit of you is perfect.”
I tug my shirt over my head, step out of my jeans, and follow Breena into the shower.
“Oh, this is a party for two?” she asks with a grin.
“You can’t just strip naked in front of me, look as smokin’ hot as you do, and then expect me to walk the other way. That’s not how this works.”
“That’s good to know.” She grins and boldly wraps her hand around my cock. “Because I had a feeling I’d be lonely in here all by myself. It might be why I chose the bigger shower.”
“How convenient.”
I reach down and grip the backs of her thighs, then easily lift her and brace her back against the tile.
“Whoa! That’s cold.”
I smile against her lips. “It’ll warm up.”
“I hope so.”
Chapter Seventeen
Breena
I forget all about the cold tile when Giles slips inside me, his eyes pinned to mine, only stopping when he’s balls-deep. He’s breathing hard, and every muscle is pulled tight.
“Never, not once in my life, has it ever been like this.” His voice is rough with lust and need and even a little awe.
“Oh, absolutely the same goes.” I squeeze around him, and he leans in to bite my collarbone. “You just…fit.”
He hisses when I move again, and then he thrusts, in and out, as if he can’t hold back any longer.
And I love that. I don’t want him to be restrained. I want all of him, every time. I’m so greedy for it now, I can hardly stand it. When we were first together, I was shy and unsure, but now, I’m practically wanton.
It’s fascinating.
And a lot of fun.
“Love this,” I mutter as the whole room fills with steam. He’s pounding into me now like a man possessed, and then he’s suddenly coming apart. I watch without any feeling of self-consciousness.
And when he catches his breath and lifts his head from my shoulder, I can see all the love he has for me written all over his face.
It might be the sexiest part of all.
“Well, we didn’t get clean, but we had a good time.”
He laughs and slowly lowers me to my feet. “We’ll get to the clean part now. Tip your head back. I’ll wash your hair.”
“You will? That’s actually really sweet. There’s nothing better than someone else scrubbing your scalp.”
I do as he asks and let myself relax as Giles lathers up the shampoo in my hair. I reach out and grab his hips to keep myself steady. When he has the shampoo rinsed, he goes for the conditioner, and as that sits for a minute, the man gives me an honest-to-goddess scalp massage.
“Where did you learn this?” My voice is soft, and my eyes are closed as his fingers work their magic on my head.
“I have no idea. I just hope I’m doing it right.”
“Feels pretty right to me.” A door slams down the hall. “Molly would also like a massage.”
“Yeah, well, Molly’s out of luck. She’ll have to find a ghost boyfriend to give her one.”