I Wish You Were Mine (Harbor Village #2) Read Online Jessica Peterson

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary Tags Authors: Series: Harbor Village Series by Jessica Peterson
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Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 104288 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 521(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 348(@300wpm)
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“You’re okay, Tuck,” she murmurs against my lips. “You’re always fucking my brains out. It was time for me to return the favor.”

Laughter rises inside my chest even as my lungs heave, desperate for oxygen.

“Cheesy,” I manage, dropping my forehead to hers.

I feel Maren’s lips move into a smile against my own. “Still made you laugh.”

We stay like that for a minute. Maren’s breathing is deep, even. My chest follows the rhythm of hers as I chase down my own breath. We breathe together, the smell of sex and her skin filling my head.

Too soon to say this is already the best Sunday I’ve had in a long ass-time?

I feel my cum dripping out of her.

I think that’s something we’d both like to see.

I kiss her lips. “Look down. Watch.”

Together we look down as I pull out of her. I take her hips in my hands and angle them downward a little. A rush of pearlescent liquid spills from her pussy.

“That’s . . . so hot,” she whispers, transfixed.

I reach down. Capture the cum with my thumb and push it back inside her.

I don’t know why I do it. I just feel like doing it, so I do. Knowing Maren won’t judge me.

Knowing she’ll actually be turned on by it.

And she is, judging by the way she buries her hand in my hair and pulls.

“Daddy?”

We both go still at the sound of the little voice, followed by a knock.

“Daddy, your door won’t open.” Another knock. “Hello! It’s morning time. Can you please open your door? Daddy.”

Maren buries her face in my chest, her shoulders shaking with laughter. “Perfect timing.”

I grab a hand towel and quickly clean up our mess. “I got her. You stay in bed and rest. I was thinking⁠—”

“What were you thinking?” she hops off the counter.

“I’ll ask my dad to watch Katie tonight. I wanna take you out.”

Maren pauses, a funny look on her face. “Like, on a date?”

“Yes. We could do a boat ride. Dinner. Movie. Whatever you want.”

Her cheeks, already pink from sex, turn red. “I love that idea. But your dad—what is he going to think? About, you know, you going on a date with your very young nanny?”

“He’s gonna love that I’m going out on a date with a beautiful, intelligent woman who makes me laugh.” I search her eyes. “I told him already. About the baby. He and I are close, and I needed some advice.”

Her expression falls. “Tuck⁠—”

“He’s excited for us, Maren. I promise. You’ve got nothing to worry about. All right?”

Her gaze flicks over my face. “All right.”

“Good.” I press a scruffy kiss to her mouth. “Just because I knocked you up don’t mean I can’t date you all proper like.”

She catches my chin. “I like it when your accent comes out.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. You have a country boy’s heart with the manners of a gentleman.”

I grin. “Filthy mind, though.”

“Thank God for that.”

nineteen

. . .

Maren

It’s a Date

“Anybody home?”

My pulse skips a beat at the sound of the deep, thickly accented voice downstairs. Katie, who’s on my lap on the family room floor while we read Llama Llama Red Pajama for the fourteenth time, leaps to her feet.

“Papa Joe!” she screams.

The tail of her Paw Patrol costume wags as she runs toward the stairs. A huge man with familiar green eyes appears on the top step.

He scoops her into his arms. “It’s my Kit Kat!”

“Papa Joe, do you get to stay here tonight?”

Tuck told Katie that he and I had plans tonight. She’d asked where we were going, but he artfully demurred by telling her that her grandpa was coming to babysit.

“I do! Wanna play together?”

“Yes! But first, let me show you the new helmet Daddy got me for my bike. I rode my bike so far today!”

A smile creases Joe’s handsome face. “Did you really? That’s because you have strong muscles.”

“And because I have a strong back. I may have had to carry this little pup and her bike home after she got tired.” Tuck moves across the kitchen. “Hey, Dad.”

Joe puts down Katie and pulls Tuck in for a hug. “Hello, son. Glad you called. I been missin’ y’all something fierce.”

Rising to my feet, my heart swoops seeing them together. Not only is Joe a carbon copy of Tuck (or maybe it’s the other way around?) from his massive build to his full head of hair and alarmingly handsome features. But he’s also a hugger.

So that’s where Tuck gets it from. He may have been a stone-cold bastard when we met, but Tuck’s people are warm.

Confirms my suspicion that he’s made of warm stuff too.

Katie tugs on her grandpa’s shirttail. “Papa Joe, Papa Joe, I need to show you my helmet. It’s so cool, it has purple on it, and there’s a crown too. Come see it, please.”

“In a minute, Squish.” Tuck lifts Katie onto his hip. “Papa Joe needs to say hi to Maren first.”


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