Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 38962 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 195(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38962 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 195(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
“I’m not sure. The view is pretty spectacular.” My eyes clash with his. He licks his lips in that slow sensual way of his.
“It’d be better if you were closer.” It’s hard to argue with him. Especially when he sits up straighter and has both hands resting on his thighs now. I walk right to him, wedging myself between his thighs, and I forget how to speak, let alone think. JW’s hands wrap around the backs of my thighs. “Mouth, Maeve.” With him sitting down and me standing, we’re at the perfect level for one another.
“I haven’t brushed my teeth.” I scrunch up my nose.
“Not worried about that. You’ve had my cock in your mouth. Kissed you last night, going to kiss you this morning, and morning breath isn’t going to deter me.” His lips meet mine. There’s nothing soft and sweet about this kiss. There’s no me kissing him. He’s kissing me. It’s like last night all over again, a night that lives rent free in my head. The way he calls me ‘baby girl,’ the way he controlled the situation. How my orgasms were out of this world and the way he called himself daddy. Jesus, it’s hot, and the next time we’re in bed together, it’s going to me calling him daddy. Me who says those words.
“Wanna take this a fuck of a lot further, Mae. Not going to, not yet at least.” His big hands and thick fingers cup the cheeks of my ass, pulling me closer. My hands tangle in the ends of his hair as my forearms rest on his broad shoulders.
“Is there a reason why?” Obviously JW isn’t at the ranch to do morning chores, and work is put on the back burner for myself. I feel the tips of his fingers move beneath my bikini-style panties. My thighs clench together. He is building a desire in me that makes me feel part woman and part nymphomaniac.
“Yeah, I don’t have enough time to get started on something we can’t finish. I think you get I like to have control. You okay with that?” he asks.
“I think last night proves I more than am.” His lips lift in a smirk at my response.
“In bed and in life, Maeve. I like it in every sense of the word.” I suck my lips into my mouth, thinking about his words and what they’ll mean for me.
“Can you elaborate? Will I lose myself and quit being me, or will there be parts where this is a partnership?” My fingers stop their ministrations as my body locks up tight. There are deal breakers. I won’t settle, and I won’t allow myself to be a doormat either.
“Fuck no, you’ll be you. The way you’ve always been. There will be times you’ll yield to me. One of those will be you’re not closing your shop. I’ve made a few calls. Shit gets worse and you need money to stay afloat, we’ll talk about it. I may not have given you my cock the way I’ve dreamed of, but you gave me a gift last night.” I scrunch my eyebrows in confusion. “Baby girl, you don’t have to tell me. I know that was your first time having your lips wrapped around a cock, my cock, and I know there’s more to you than meets the surface. I look forward to unwrapping everything that’s you.”
He has stunned me speechless. The woman who cusses worse than a sailor, who can talk to a brick wall, is at a loss for words a-freaking-gain. He’s expecting a response, he deserves a response, yet I’m just over here locked up in my own head. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, finally forming a few coherent words. “Alright. And the other part of last night, the one where you called yourself daddy, how’s that going to play out?”
“That’s for you and me, it stays in the bedroom, and you only say it when you’re ready. I’ll say this: felt how you worked my cock harder when you heard me, saw the wildcat come alive, and I’m looking forward to watching and feeling you again.” My knees weaken, my nipples pebble, and I whimper. For the love of all things holy, can I not be a mess for one minute?
“My baby girl likes the word daddy. Fuck yeah.” JW does his thing, kissing me stupid, and he’s sure taking his time.
THIRTEEN
JW
“Spill the tea, Joseph William Johnson.” I’m bent over, a horse’s foot between my thighs and a rasp in my hand, the file tool helps shape the hoof. The only person on this earth who would use my full name is Mom. Though Maeve is now on that list, she only uses Joseph when she’s coming for me. I ignore Mom’s question for a moment. I’ve got the horse right where I need her. One of hers, of course; she has more than anyone else does at the ranch. Between her, my brother Dean, and his wife Tully, we may as well be a shelter for animals. It’s a wonder we don’t have a trailer pulling up the drive as we speak. I focus on finishing my task. Mom will wait. She’s aware of the position I’m in when a horse is calm. I’ll just have to shoe JoJo in a little bit. By the time I finish filing, Mom will be chomping at the bit and her patience will be long gone.