Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 77170 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77170 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
A reason exists for her exile from her son.
A reason exists why she chose to stay under sedation.
And a reason exists for why she reached out to me.
I leave the cards on the table.
I need to give them some more thought, but then I jerk when my phone buzzes.
It’s Brendan.
“Hi there,” I say into the phone.
“Hey, I just got back into town from an appointment this morning, and I see you closed the bakery already. I didn’t realize you’d do it so quickly. Is everything all right?”
“I need some time.”
“That’s so unlike you, Ava.”
“Believe me, I know it. But Snow Creek will continue to go on without my homemade bread for a couple of weeks. I’ve been wanting to do some remodeling anyway. This will give me the chance to do it while also letting me deal with my grandmother.”
“If you’re sure.”
“I’m sure, Brendan. It’s honestly strange to be so sure about closing my business. But I am. There’s a reason why she reached out to me. And to you.”
“Don’t forget Pat Lamone.”
“I haven’t. But I need to come to the end of this. There’s a reason for my involvement in particular, and I need to find out why.”
“You want some company? I don’t have to open the bar for a few hours.”
“Sure. Come on over. Have you eaten?”
“Yeah. I had an early lunch in the city. I’ll be right over.”
I go downstairs, open the back door, and within another minute, Brendan comes walking up the alley.
He kisses me on the lips. “I’ve missed you.”
I smile. “You just saw me last night.”
“I’ve still missed you.” This time he kisses me again, a full-on tongue-filled kiss.
And I’m aching for him already.
Aching in a new way, to be honest. Now that I’m finally getting some answers. I feel—not whole, exactly—but stronger.
And I want Brendan.
I want him now.
I grab his hand and lead him up to my place.
Once we’re inside, I wrap my arms around him, kiss him hard, let our tongues tangle.
He looks amazing. His hair is down, waving over his shoulders, and his light-blue shirt brings out the bright cerulean of his eyes.
I remove my shirt, and I’m standing topless, no bra.
He groans, turns behind me, gropes my breasts, squeezing them and tugging on a nipple. I turn back toward him, fuse my lips to his, and we kiss as he massages and caresses my breasts.
A moment later, he breaks the kiss, leans down, and takes a nipple between his lips. He flicks his tongue over it, fluttering it, and then sucks it, chews on it.
Already I’m so wet, I slide my jeans down, turn and bend against the sofa, my ass bare.
Then he does something I don’t expect. Instead of going for my pussy, he goes for my asshole. He tongues it, caresses it, and my God, it feels good.
I sigh. I moan. I cry out his name.
“You like that, baby?”
“God, yes…”
He slides his fingers to my pussy then, massages my clit as he licks my ass.
“So sweet…” he murmurs against me.
I revel in the velvety feel of his tongue, his fingers plucking at my clit. I lurch forward, higher, higher, higher, and then, when he thrusts a finger into my pussy, I explode.
“That’s it. Come for me.”
A flash later and he’s inside me, fucking me as I lean against the couch.
He fucks me and he fucks me, but then—
He pulls out.
“Need to feel your mouth on me,” he grits out.
His shirt is still on, and his pants are around his upper thighs.
His beautiful dick is sticking out, and I drop to my knees and take it between my lips.
I suck on it, using my hands to increase the sensation, until he cups my cheeks, brings me to him, and kisses me.
We kiss a long time, as I continue to massage his cock with my hands.
I’ve already come once, but I want to come again. Want to revel in the love I feel for Brendan. The physical sensations between our two bodies.
I break the kiss.
“Take off your clothes, Brendan. I want to see you.”
He steps away, sheds his clothes quickly. I stare at him. At his raw beauty. The scattered auburn hair over his chest, his copper-coin nipples, his gorgeous ginger bush, and his big fat cock.
“Like what you see?”
“Always.” I step toward him, into his arms, lift my lips to his.
The kiss is soft and gentle at first, and then hard and feral.
And then—he picks me up, sets me on his cock.
So strong. Those thighs of his, like a god’s. He grips the cheeks of my ass as he lifts me up and down on his cock.
So good, so good, so good…
In a moment, I’m coming again, and this time he joins me, grunting as he pushes me down onto his cock.
My legs are clamped around his hips, and I feel every pulse as he spurts into me.