Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 72669 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72669 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
I reached for my pants, moving us awkwardly across the floor a few inches so I could reach it.
She didn’t bother to move, though, happy exactly where she was.
My dick was happy with her exactly where she was, too.
I finally found my keys in my pocket, then sifted through the big key ring until I found the small ring that I’d threaded through the ring over ten years ago.
I held it out to her, and her eyes widened.
“You put a diamond…on your key ring…” she said, somewhat surprised.
I nodded.
“You’ll have to get it off,” I said. “My fingernails aren’t long enough.”
She did so, hastily, and smiled as she practically shoved it into my hand.
“Put it on me,” she ordered.
Grinning, I slipped it onto her finger, not surprised that it fit her.
She’d always had small hands, and, to this day, she still fit into the one I’d given her on our first dating anniversary. She wore it on the ring finger of her right hand, and not a day had gone by that I hadn’t seen her wearing it.
She held the hand up in front of her, wiggling excitedly as she did.
I stilled her hips, but the sound of the door opening reminded me that I’d invited my brother over.
“Why does this look familiar?” An amused sounding voice sounded from the entrance.
I leaned up until I could see my brother over the couch.
“Give us a couple of minutes,” I said as Masen lost control of her laughter against my neck as she covered her chest by pressing it against mine. “And maybe knock next time.”
“I did knock,” Aaron said as he closed the door.
Liar.
The asshole didn’t knock…and never had, hence why he’d seen us in the ‘familiar’ position.
I patted her ass. “Get up.”
She did, cupping her hand over her entrance to catch what I’d left inside of her.
She walked awkwardly to her bedroom, and I followed behind, only much more slowly as I admired her ass.
“Would you stop looking at my ass?” She requested over her shoulder.
I grinned at her.
“Where’d you put all my old clothes?” I asked her as she headed into the bathroom.
“Top drawer,” she answered.
I went to the drawers and pulled the one she’d indicated open, smiling when I saw a pair of my old sweat pants on top.
Pulling them out, I pulled them on, sans underwear, and walked back into the living room to find my brother enjoying my kolaches.
“Hey, fuckface,” I snapped. “Those are mine.”
“There’s no way in hell I’m touching those donuts,” he said, indicating the box that’d somehow ended up on the floor.
I grinned and bent down, picking the box up and withdrawing a plain glaze donut.
“Yeah,” I said, sinking my teeth into the delicious morsel. “Fuck these are good,” I moaned, spraying some glaze into the air around us.
He waved me off and reached for one of my chocolate milks, pushing me away as he did.
I held my hand out for one and took a seat on the sofa that was catty corner to the one he was on, and stared at him.
He looked better today, and I narrowed my eyes at him.
“Why are you out of the rehab facility?” I asked him.
He shrugged, downing half of one kolache in one bite.
“Apparently, I’m doing better than they expected at this point in time,” he took another bite. “I’m officially allowed to be outpatient, as long as I make it to every appointment.”
“That’s awesome, Aaron!” Masen called from the door to her bedroom. “Does anyone want coffee?”
“Yes,” we both said at the same time.
“Got it,” Masen said, disappearing around the corner.
“So why’d you stay at my house?” I asked, taking another bite.
“I didn’t want to stay at our mom and dad’s,” he said. “And I’m not going back to mine. Will you help me move?”
“Hey,” Masen interrupted, coming back in with the pot of coffee and two cups. “You should move in here.”
“You live here,” he pointed out. “And won’t my brother have a problem with us sharing such close quarters?”
She rolled her eyes and handed us each a cup. “Your brother just put his ring on my finger, and I don’t see myself staying here much longer.”
Aaron looked around the living room with new eyes.
“You own it?” he asked.
“No, my grandmother does. But she’s willing to sell it. She only held onto it because I was living in it,” she explained. “Speaking of,” she turned to me. “Do you want to go to the retirement home’s Thanksgiving dinner with me?”
I wrinkled my nose. “Their food sucks. Can we just take her to my parent’s dinner?”
She pursed her lips and tapped the lower one with one thumb. “Yeah, as long as your parents don’t mind.”
“Yours still don’t have Thanksgiving?” Aaron asked.
She frowned sadly.
“No,” she shook her head. “They haven’t since Daniela’s death.”
My stomach clenched slightly.