Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 77292 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77292 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
She made a strangled little sound, but reached down and though I couldn’t see it, I knew she was doing it because of the way she started to clench around me.
“Just like that.” I started to move faster and so did she, her sweet little ass bouncing on my lap until she lost control. I let her ride out the wave of her orgasm before shooting off inside of her, my fingers digging into her hips as I held on for dear life.
“Fuck…that was amazing.” I wrapped my arms around her waist as she collapsed back against my chest.
She was quiet for a long time and I momentarily worried that I’d hurt her, but I knew better. She’d come hard and fast, the way we’d both needed, and now that enterprising brain of hers was probably going a mile a minute.
“Let’s go clean up,” I said softly, gently nudging her onto her feet.
Her legs were a little shaky and I reached for her, pulling her against me as we walked into the bathroom.
Damn, she was beautiful when she was thoroughly fucked. Her hair was wild, her eyes at half-mast, her skin flushed.
“You’re fucking gorgeous,” I told her as I disposed of the condom. “And that was incredible.”
“Um, yes. It was.”
“You okay?”
“Fine. Yes.” She was just standing there looking at me, as if confused. “Wes, I—” she began.
I put a finger over her lips, hoping this wasn’t going where I thought it was. “Unless the next words out of your mouth are ‘fuck me again, Wes,’ I don’t want to hear it.”
She licked her lips, her eyes burning into mine. “Fuck me again, Wes.”
Chapter Fourteen
Hadley
“Aunt Hadley, let’s have a tea party.”
Annalise sat down at the little play table and chairs in the corner of the family room, picking up her plastic teapot and looking at me hopefully.
Yikes. I couldn’t tell her that Aunt Hadley’s entire pelvic region was so sore it hurt to move, let alone sit on a tiny wooden chair.
What had felt like heaven on earth last night felt like I needed some Advil, ice and a nap this morning. Wes had fucked me like we were starring in a porno last night, showing me positions I wouldn’t have even imagined. I’d had more orgasms with him than I’d had in monthslong relationships with other men.
I knew I should probably regret it and fret about how much it could complicate everything, but just couldn’t bring myself to do it. It had felt too amazing. I was more relaxed right now than I’d been in a very long time. Wes had woken up the woman in me, and made me feel sexier than I ever had.
He was in the kitchen right now, feeding Benny his morning oatmeal and talking to him about the Mavericks’ next game.
“Lars has been watching film and calculating odds, and he thinks McCoy is their best puck handler,” he said. “He’s not as showy as the rest, but he has a higher scoring percentage. So Uncle Wes has to keep the puck away from him, buddy. And he’s a fast little fucker. I mean…I don’t know, I can’t even think of an appropriate word for you. The guy’s a fast fucker and that’s all there is to it. We’ll have to explain that to Aunt Hadley. Here, let’s wipe your chin off, my man.”
I smiled, took a sip of my coffee and looked at Annalise.
“I have a great idea,” I said. “Let’s have a big tea party. At the big kitchen table. I’ll make a fancy tea party dessert called crepes.”
Her eyes widened and she jumped up from the play table. “Can I help?”
“Absolutely. And Uncle Wes is off today, so he can come to our tea party, too.”
“And Benny!” she cried, running into the kitchen. “Uncle Wes and Benny, would you like to come to our big tea party?”
I walked into the kitchen and set my coffee mug on the island, briefly meeting Wes’s gaze. There was something new in his expression—straight-up lust. I’d known he was attracted to me before, but now that we’d actually done the deed, several times, he looked like he wanted me more than ever.
I wanted him, too. I didn’t think I could actually, physically do it again tonight because I was so sore, but I wanted it.
I bent over to pick up the Goldfish crackers I’d accidentally sent flying last night when Wes had blown my mind on the kitchen island, groaning from the pain in my hips and thighs.
“Are you okay, Aunt Hadley?” Annalise asked, coming over to me.
“I’m okay, baby. Just a little sore from some new exercises I did.”
I couldn’t help it—I snuck a glance at Wes. He was smirking at me.
“Aunt Hadley needs to do more of those exercises and then they won’t make her sore anymore,” he said.