Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 98736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 494(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 494(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
Tentatively, I peek my tongue out and taste us together. I flick at his piercing, and he jerks his hips. He gathers my hair in his hand, holding it off to one side.
“I’m not missing this,” he rasps.
I grin and get to work.
I take him into my mouth a little at a time. I can’t take all of him, but I take as much as I can, which causes tears to well in my eyes. Over and over, my head bobs, all the while he holds my hair.
“So good, baby girl. You take me so well,” he praises, and heat pools between my thighs.
How is it possible that I just had the most epic of orgasms, and I already feel as though I could explode again?
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” he says, when my tongue plays with his piercing again, before taking him down my throat. “Baby, I’m going to come. You need to stop.” His voice is gritty. “Emerson, pull off,” he demands, but I refuse. “Fuck!” he roars as he spills down my throat.
I take it all, swallowing, enjoying that I can do this for him, that I’m the one making him lose control.
“Come here, beautiful.” He releases my hair, and moves his hands under my arms, bringing me to him. I lie on his chest with his arms wrapped tightly around me.
We’re both quiet while we catch our breaths. A quick glance at the clock tells me we have maybe an hour before Monroe is calling, and I’m perfectly content to lie right here until the last possible minute.
Chapter
Nineteen
Roman
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It’s Christmas night. We all got here around four to celebrate our Everlasting Ink family Christmas. It’s closing in on midnight, and Monroe and I are the only two left other than Emerson and Forrest. I know I should leave, but I can’t seem to make myself stand up and walk out the door.
Emerson and Monroe are in matching pajamas, and they’re dancing around the living room, dancing to whatever latest hit is on the radio. Honestly, I’m not even listening, so I couldn't tell you what it is.
What I can tell you is my girl's long brown hair is flowing down her back in loose curls. Her green eyes are smiling as she bounces around and acts silly with her best friend. I can’t take my eyes off her. Thankfully, Forrest seems to be watching them too.
Monroe does this silly hip thrust move, shaking her ass, and Emerson falls into a fit of hysterical laughter. My lips twitch, because seeing her this happy makes me happy. My dad always used to tell me that one day a woman would come into my life and her happiness would be my main priority. I always told him he was going crazy in his old age, but sitting here on this couch, watching her, I understand what he meant.
My girl is thriving, and I’m here to stand beside her to witness it. I get to walk next to her and stand proud while she accomplishes all of her goals. Well, kind of. She knows I’m there, but everyone else will find out soon enough.
The girls stumble to the kitchen laughing. I’m sure to make themselves another drink. They’re not drunk, but they’ve had a few. We all have. I usually don’t when I’m around her and the others at the same time, for fear that I might slip up, but tonight, I needed an excuse to stay.
Yeah, I know I said I can’t make myself walk out the door. That’s because I don’t plan to. I’m going to sleep under the same roof as her. I might get lucky and sneak a kiss once everyone else is asleep, but it’s enough to know we’re here together.
I’ve lost my mind for this woman, and honestly, I wouldn’t change it. I’d rather we not have to hide, but that’s coming. We have a plan, and until then, well, I’ll just have a few so I can’t drive home.
“That’s my gift,” Forrest says.
“What?” I turn to look at my best friend. We’ve had a few drinks. Did he have more than I think he did?
“Seeing my little sister happy. Fuck, Rome, I want so much for her. The guilt I carry about leaving her in that house with them haunts me.”
“She’s here, and she’s safe. She’s healthy. She’s happy.” I’ll make damn sure of all three.
“She was eight when I moved out. I knew they weren’t hurting her, but I also knew she was neglected, and having to see them drunk all the time, laying in their own vomit, the fights she had to hear.”
My chest tightens. I’ve heard this all before, but it hits a little differently when the person you’re talking about owns your heart.
“I want so much for her, you know? I want her to have a successful career. Hell, as bad as I hate to say it, I’d be okay with her getting out of this sleepy little town of Ashby. They’re leaving her alone, and I don’t think they’ll ever reach out to either of us. They know we won’t give them money for their booze, not now that we’re both adults, and they have no say in our lives. But to move away and forget those moments, I want that for her, even though I’ll miss the fuck out of her.”