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’d spent the last ten years so fucking lost without her.
I did everything I could not to come home, because I knew that if I came home for any length of time, I wouldn’t be able to resist Masen’s pull.
And now I saw it for the mistake that it was. Now I knew that fighting what we had was futile.
Masen was a special woman, and as I sank into her, bottoming out inside of her over and over again, I knew that this would never get old.
Life with Masen would never be boring.
“You feel so good,” I told her. “And you’re so fucking beautiful.”
I didn’t talk much during sex, but when I did, I felt it was something that she needed to know.
Masen knew this, which meant she also knew to listen when I spoke.
I stopped with my pelvis touching her ass and looked into her eyes.
“I’ll never, ever let you down,” I said. “I’ll do whatever I can to give you everything you deserve.”
Then my brother ruined the moment by saying, “Hi, Mom!”
I winced and Masen started to laugh.
She blushed, too.
“Hurry,” she whispered. “We have five minutes, tops.”
Pressing my lips to hers, I reached between us and grasped her nipple while keeping my other forearm planted in the bed beside her head.
My pubic hair ground into her clit as I pressed my entire length inside of her not withdrawing, but rocking and grinding into her.
Masen gasped into my ear, letting me know she liked what I was doing and was getting close.
Her fingernails dug into my shoulders, breaking the skin in a few of the places as she did.
“Please,” she gasped harshly. “Please.”
I pinched her nipple tighter, and apparently that was all that she needed.
With one final breath of air, she screamed into my skin as her orgasm overtook her.
Her pussy rippled around my cock, and I finally let myself go, pumping harder, as my cock exploded inside of her.
Hot pulse after hot pulse filled Masen’s depths, leaving me and going into her…and she took all of it.
Every last bit of my release filled her, and we both held completely still as our breathing came back to normal.
“I think you should call 9-1-1,” she said breathlessly.
My head lifted so I could stare into her eyes.
“Why is that?” I lifted up, just as breathless.
“Because I’m pretty sure my heart’s about to explode from that one,” she said, a smile on her face.
I dropped a kiss onto her lips before I unseated myself from her and came to my feet beside the bed.
She looked so fucking sexy lying in the bed rumpled from the sex we’d just had.
“Masen!” My mother screeched. “What is this pregnancy test for?”
I closed my eyes.
“You dropped it on the way in here, didn’t you?” I asked, looking at her with disappointment.
She shrugged and pushed up onto her hands before coming to her feet at the end of the bed.
“I had other things on my mind,” she shrugged, not apologizing in the least.
Twenty minutes later I was waiting for my mother to kill me, one demand at a time.
“You can’t let her pick that up, she’s pregnant,” my mother ordered.
I looked to Masen who was holding a box of Little Debbie snack cakes.
“Really?” I asked. “Would you like me to lift the fucking cake to her mouth while I’m at it?”
My mother glared at me and hurried past me into the bedroom.
“I was talking about the bag that was in the bedroom that you haven’t gotten yet,” she said.
I rolled my eyes at her retreating back.
“It has wheels on it!” I said, raising my voice.
Aaron snorted while Masen leaned into the counter and started stuffing her face with the Zebra Cake.
“You’re not helping,” I muttered, picking up the box that was at my feet and starting out the door with it.
“Michael Booth Jones,” my mother said. “Is there a reason I am always cleaning up after your sexcapades?”
I turned to find my mother holding up the ripped pair of Masen’s panties.
Aaron laughed.
My father grinned.
Masen’s father frowned fiercely.
Karen smiled.
“What can I say?” I said. “I’m in love with her, and I can’t resist her. She has a nice pus-”
I stopped when I heard Masen growl at me.
My mother rolled her eyes and threw the panties in the trash.
Tossing a smile over my shoulder at her, I loaded the box into the truck, but on the way back inside, I made sure to pick the panties out of the trash before I forgot.
I had a whole drawer of them at home and for some sentimental reason, I was keeping them.
Chapter 23
It’s not often that I realize I’ve done something wrong. So you should be happy that I’m offering an apology instead of saying fuck you.
-Masen to Booth
Masen
“Oh my gosh,” I was so happy I could burst. “I’m glad you could get her to do it on such short notice.”