His to Claim (The Rowdy Johnson Brothers #4) Read Online Tory Baker

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Virgin Tags Authors: Series: The Rowdy Johnson Brothers Series by Tory Baker
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Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 38962 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 195(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
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“Good, that’s settled.” JW kisses my forehead, moves away from me, and heads for the fridge.

“Do you want any help with dinner?” I ask. His back is facing me as he pulls a beer out of the fridge, courtesy of Maddie’s choice. He takes the cap off, brings it to his mouth, and takes a long sip. His throat bops. Add that to the top of the ‘JW’s sexy in all ways’ list. It’s when he pulls out the ingredients for my Aperol Spritz that I’m thrown for another loop. The only time I’ve had one anywhere remotely near him was the time at the steakhouse. It seems Joseph William Johnson might have taken notice of me a lot more than I previously thought.

“Sure, you chop, I’ll cook.” He looks at the ingredients he’s pulled out and then at me. “Not sure how this thing is made, so you’re on your own,” JW says with a look of confusion.

“I’ve got it. I’ll make a drink then get to chopping, and tomorrow night, I’m cooking.” I move to where he’s placed everything on the counter for my drink. JW grazes my lower back and then goes to where he’s got our dinner ready to start. I’m about to pinch myself to make sure I’m not dreaming. The two of us cooking together, sleeping together, this is an awful lot like living together. Yep, I definitely need to pinch myself or ask if this is a dream. Except I won’t because if this isn’t reality, I don’t want to wake up.

FIFTEEN

JW

“Drop the towel, baby girl.” After we cooked, ate, and cleaned up the kitchen, it was time for a shower. I’d gotten a view of the massive clawfoot tub, thought about taking a bath with Mae, but I knew I’d take her right then and there. The shower alone was a testament of my patience. I washed every inch of her sweet-as-sin body. I didn’t fuck with a washcloth or whatever else she had hanging on a hook. Maeve wet and slicked with soap had me on my knees in no time, refraining from wrapping my mouth around her clit. The only reason I didn’t is because of the remembrance of Mae fucking herself on her bed, completely spread out. I want her spread out, feet flat on the mattress giving me enough room to work her cunt while I slowly stretch her with my fingers and mouth.

“Joseph.” I don’t correct her. This shit is still new, and I told her to take her time until she was ready for our dynamic to continue. Mae’s towel is a heap on the ground. Fair skin, dark damp hair hanging loosely down her back, face void of makeup like usual, and goddamn, her body. Full ripe tits, narrow waist, hips that flare out with more than enough curves for me to hold on to soon enough.

“Bed, on your back, feet to the mattress and legs spread. I’m a patient man, baby girl. Not sure how much more I got in me after my hands were on your body and you reciprocated the favor in the shower.”

“Just remember I get to return the favor later,” Maeve says with hunger written all over her face. She somehow feels the need to keep things even. Every orgasm she receives from me, she wants me to have the same amount.

“I won’t forget.” My eyes lock on her ass. Each step and sway of her hips has me biting my lower lip. Mae climbs up on the bed, one knee on the mattress, and I’m greeted with her wetness coating her thighs.

“Stay just like that.” I move toward her, my hands cupping her cheeks and spreading them open. Soon, I’m going to take her ass. Every part of her will be imprinted with a part of me. My hands, my mouth, and my cock.

“Oh god.” One foot is on the floor, and she spreads her legs further when I dip my head and lick her from clit to ass. My first taste of Maeve directly from the source has me rethinking staying naked while I make her come with my mouth. She has no idea how into this she is, pressing her ass back into my face with each drag of my tongue along her drenched folds. As much as it pains me, the space I need to stretch her in order to take my cock means I’ve got to back away. I groan at the notion.

“Climb up, baby,” I tell her as my hands move down the backs of her thighs. She scrambles up the mattress, throws her back to it, and her thighs rub together to relieve the ache I’ve built up inside her. I give her a show while I wait for her to do what she was told. My hand grips my cock, fisting it while I slowly jack myself.


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