Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 104288 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 521(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 348(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104288 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 521(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 348(@300wpm)
“That mean you’re my boyfriend?”
He smiles. A handsome, genuine, happy smile. “It does. Now come to bed with me, honey.”
eighteen
. . .
Tuck
Second Chances
I wake up hard and happy.
Maren is still asleep beside me on her back. Her face is turned away from me, her hair a dark halo on the pillow. She breathes deeply. Evenly. Her bare shoulders rising and falling with every breath.
Maren is naked. In my bed. Where I laid her down after kissing the shit out of her and promising to give a relationship a try.
Who the fuck am I?
And did I remember to lock the door so Katie doesn’t wander in and find us together?
Glancing at my clock, I see that it’s six. The light that streams through the shutters is very pale. I can hear the distant sound of the ocean in the still quiet of my bedroom.
God, I love mornings. It’s the weekend too. Maybe I can take Maren and Katie for a boat ride if it’s warm enough. We can grab lunch at Stede’s if not. Put up some Halloween decorations around the house.
I’m suddenly wide awake, excitement coursing through me at the prospect of spending not one, but two whole days with my two favorite people. Two and a half people, if you count the baby.
My pulse skips at the memory of Maren’s face when she came last night. She wasn’t lying when she said her orgasms have been great since she’s been pregnant. Her pussy squeezed me so tight I came too, our bodies spasming in time to each other.
It was hot. I slept like a fucking rock afterward. And now I’m hard as a rock, ready for another round.
Double checking that the door is indeed locked, I brush my teeth. Then hop back into bed.
Maren stirs, a smile on her lips as she reaches her fists above her head in a stretch. “You’re still here.” Her voice is raspy with sleep.
Rolling onto my side, I press my erection into her hip. “I am.”
“I’m glad.” She rolls onto her side so she’s facing me, reaching under the covers to wrap a hand around my swollen length. “Last time you left before I woke up.”
“I was an idiot.” I hiss when she runs her thumb up the slick seam of my head. “I’m glad you gave me another chance.”
She gives me a sleepy grin. “You’d better make the most of it.” Her eyes go hazy when I palm her breast. She’s achingly soft here. Nipples sensitive to the point of pain. I gently thumb one.
Biting her lip, she reaches for my face with her free hand. Tugs my mouth to hers for a kiss.
“No fair,” she murmurs against my lips. “You brushed your teeth. You taste so clean and delicious.”
“I thought you’d said it’s the dirty stuff that makes you swoon.”
She smirks, eyes narrowed as she pumps her hand on my dick. Sparks shoot from my balls to my tip.
“You remembered that.”
“I remember everything, Tiny.” I roll on top of her, quick and quiet, so she’s on her back. She opens her legs, her knees bent at my hips. “Let’s see if you were telling the truth.”
I reach for her pussy. Find her swollen and soaked.
“You sore?” I ask, pressing my fingertips to her clit.
She shakes her head, breathless.
“Good.”
Then I hop out of bed and grab her. Throw her over my shoulder, making her squeal, and head to the bathroom.
My vanity is massive. There’s plenty of counter space on either side of the sink. I set Maren down on the marble countertop. I spin her around so she’s sitting, facing the huge mirror that goes all the way up to the ceiling. I wrap an arm around her middle and draw her against me so she’s sitting upright, her back to my front.
We meet eyes in the mirror. Both of us watch as I take her ankle and set her foot down on the marble. I do the same with the other ankle so that her feet are flat on the countertop and she’s spread-eagled.
Her eyes flicker when she sees herself. My dick screams.
I guide my hand across her belly. “Now we both get to watch you come.”
Using my first and fourth fingers to open her pussy wider, I glide my middle finger through her slickness. She bucks, shoulders pressing into my chest. She grabs onto me. Fingers digging into the spot where my neck slopes into my shoulder.
Her hips rock into my touch. “Tuck.”
I circle her clit. Lean in and nibble on her neck. Her eyes roll to the back of her head. When I dip my finger inside her, she shudders.
“Watch, honey. You’re missing the show.”
She does as I tell her, watching me touch her with heavy-lidded eyes. My hand finds her breast. I gently knead it. My thumb grazing her nipple. She moans, her head falling back against my chest.