Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 94639 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94639 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
Breaking our gaze, he presses his lips to the curve of my neck. Not wanting to lose our connection, I run my fingers through his hair, gently pulling on the roots. His mouth ascends, trailing kisses along my heated flesh. When Landon gets to my ear, he nibbles on the lobe and then whispers four words that, if I weren’t one hundred percent sure he was holding me above water, would have me drowning.
“I love you, Harper.”
My eyes close and I replay those four words in my head, trying to memorize everything about them and this moment, so no matter what happens in this life, I will always have them.
Landon kisses my cheeks, my forehead, the tip of my nose, and lastly, my lips. “I love you so fucking much,” he murmurs against my mouth, his words wrapping around me like my very own personal life raft.
When I open my eyes, I find my vision is blurry, tears having filled my lids. “I love you,” I tell him back, feeling like those words, the same words everyone uses, don’t convey just how deep my feelings run for him.
“I love this,” I say to Landon a little while later. We’ve showered and are back in bed, wrapped around each other.
“What?” he asks, lazily running his fingers up and down my spine.
“Being in your arms. Spending the night with you. Being away with you. It’s like we’re in our own little bubble.” I snuggle deeper into his arms.
“I agree,” he says, tucking my hair behind my ear and kissing my temple. “It’s weird because even though we lost the last twelve years, it feels like we haven’t lost a minute.”
I know exactly what he means. There wasn’t any awkward getting to know you again stuff you would expect after being separated from someone for as long as we were separated from each other. From the minute I walked into that restaurant and sat down, it was as if the last several years didn’t even happen. But it was always like that with Landon and me. He knows me better than anyone else—my body, my mind, my heart, they’re all his.
“I wish we could stay like this forever,” I admit, placing a kiss to his chest, already dreading when the weekend is over and we’re forced to go back to sleeping at our own places, in our own beds.
Landon rolls over and hovers above me. “We can do this whenever we want,” he says, his eyes sparkling and his mouth curling into a sexy boyish grin. “We have nothing holding us back.”
I laugh, loving how excited he is, even if what he’s saying isn’t completely true. “Umm… are you forgetting you just got a new job? Or that I’m about to start my first one? Or how about the fact I have two kids?”
He scoffs. “I can do whatever I want. The job is so I’m not bored. I’ve made over a hundred million dollars in my career, and that’s not including my endorsements.”
I choke out a cough. Holy shit, they pay someone that much to throw a ball? I’m clearly in the wrong profession.
“And,” he continues. “You’re a teacher. You have off weekends and holidays and every summer. Plus, your kids aren’t babies. When they’re with us, we can go on family trips. Do things they’ll enjoy. Take them to see the world. And then when they go with their dad, we can go on adult trips.” He waggles his brows playfully. “This is our time, Harp. To have fun, experience the world. Do whatever the hell we want.”
My heart expands at his words. He’s right. It’s time for me to finally live my life, and there’s nothing better than getting to do it with the man I’m in love with.
Twenty-Seven
Landon
“You’ve been spending a lot of time with Harper,” my brother says, handing me a cup of coffee. It’s been a week since Harper’s and my trip to Newport and every night since we’ve been back we’ve hung out. When the kids are with her, we watch movies, go to the park, and occasionally have dinner with Simon and Bridget and their kids. When the kids go with their dad, we tend to hole up in her room for hours, blocking out the entire world and getting lost in each other. My favorite place in the world is inside of Harper.
Last weekend while we were away, Harper shocked the hell out of me when we came in from the hot tub and she busted out the lube and toys, begging me to take her ass—not that she needs to beg for anything, especially not that.
My mind replays the way she was splayed out on the bed, her perfect ass in the air. The way her tight hole stretched as she took every goddamn inch of me. The look of pleasure on her face when she turned her head to lock eyes with me as she came all over my dick.