His to Own (The Rowdy Johnson Brothers #3) Read Online Tory Baker

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Erotic Tags Authors: Series: The Rowdy Johnson Brothers Series by Tory Baker
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Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 40206 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
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“How about a friendly bet? I mean, after all, the reason you ended up drunk and in bed with me was because of a wager placed with Trey.”

I’m about to slide down the wall to duck out of the way when he says, “Best damn bet I won in my life. Got more than not working nights. I got the woman I love more than life itself, our child, and our future ahead of us.”

“Well, then, I think you’ll like this one even more. The last one with any clothes on has to pack and move my stuff here, permanently.” I’ve been sitting on this long enough. There’s no use in having two places when we’ve been here more than at my place. Lawson has told me time and time again there’s room for my macrame room, plus a couple of spares for the nursery. Then we went into a long conversation about how we may need something bigger if we decide to have half of a baseball team. Of course, he has a solution to every problem and stated very clearly, without missing a bit, that we can go up and out.

“Then I guess you better strip because you won’t so much as lift anything over five pounds, and, babe, you were moving in regardless. The only thing I was waiting for was for you to get with the program.” His mouth touches mine, kissing me in a way only a man can, possessing the woman he loves, and when he spreads my thighs, notching his cock at my entrance, I forget every single thing except him.

TWENTY-SIX

LAWSON

“Move it, Lawson,” JW grumbles behind me. He’s waiting to use the boot scraper before we walk into our parents’ house. Mom doesn’t mind shoes in the house. Mud and dirt are another story entirely. One time too many one of us has brought a mess into the house, and she’ll look at us, point to the closet where a broom, mop, bucket, and vacuum would be waiting for us inside. We’ve all had our fair share of time cleaning, and none of us, especially me, enjoy it. The last thing I want to do is clean when my woman is inside.

“Fuck off. We all know Maeve isn’t going to come over here empty handed and not bring you your prized cinnamon rolls.” The minute he saw her company van coming down the long driveway, work ceased to exist. Not like we were doing much. Ghost’s feet needed to be done, and seeing as how I couldn’t very well ride him for the next few days, now he’ll be ready. Juniper has been hinting at going back to the cabin, and the minute she takes these damn stitches out, I’ll be back in action. There won’t be Juni on my case for doing too much, or her feeling the need for me to be careful while I’m taking her with my cock. Don’t get me wrong, I’ll take my woman any way I can have her, but when I know she likes it hard and rough, and it's my injury making me go soft and sweet because she demands it, well, I don’t fucking like it. Even yesterday in the bathroom. As soon as she came down from her orgasm, she was pushing me back and checking my stitches. And my woman wonders why I tried to take the damn things out by myself.

“Have you seen the way the women in this family have been attacking sweets lately? I’d bet my left nut one of them will get a hankering for cinnamon, and Maeve wouldn’t tell them no. Hell, neither would I.” We both let out a laugh. Tallulah has a penchant for chocolate croissants, and Birdie is more or less whatever comes her way, unless Lane is eating brownies. Then she’ll snag his from underneath him just to be a pest. As for Juniper, her obsession with lemon-flavored anything is now bleeding into drinks, candles, and the sort.

“Stay away from Juni’s desserts, then. She’s liable to kick you in the balls.” Mom called Juniper last night asking what her plans were for the day. Juni let her know she’d be at the clinic. Mom told her no she wasn’t, Maeve would be over for them to do a cake testing for the baby shower they’d be throwing for her. They want her included, asking the theme, what she’d like to have for lunch and dessert. After they were done talking, Juniper handed me the phone, and Mom told me to get my shit together, and in turn I told her Juni’s stuff would be with mine this weekend. Mom quieted down, took a deep breath, and proceeded to say, "About damn time." And to get the nursery in order, because she has a granddaughter to spoil. The last time we were over for dinner, Juniper decided it was time to spill the beans, unable to hold it in much longer. Kind of like when she found out about her pregnancy. The minute we were solid in our relationship, there really were no more secrets, not between us and not between our family.


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