Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 78464 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78464 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
“And your father told my dad that he knows what it’s like to be estranged from your child…and he didn’t want that for us.”
Her arms tightened over her chest, and she looked determined to shut out the information, to not feel anything for her father’s actions. She looked elsewhere, breathing harder than normal, trying to sort it out in her pretty little head.
“He righted his wrongs,” I said. “That’s what he did.”
Her eyes found mine. “I’m happy for you. There are no words to describe just how happy I am that this has happened for you.”
“I know.”
She moved into my chest and squeezed me.
My chin dropped onto her head, and I squeezed her back tightly, my life complete for the first time.
She stayed there for a long while, letting me hold her as she held me.
I could do this forever, live in the moment with her, a very good moment. “We’re going to dinner with them tomorrow.”
“We?” she asked as she pulled away to see my face.
“Damn right, we,” I said. “I want them to meet my wife.”
“I just thought you’d want time with them alone first.”
“You’re my family. Where I go, you go.”
Her eyes melted like hot butter.
“And you know where we’re going?” I grinned, knowing she would guess it.
Her eyes flicked back and forth between mine as the smile moved into her features. “Seriously?”
“It’s my favorite place. And I want my parents to see it.”
“I don’t want to come across like I’m showing off…”
“I know what my parents like, and they’ll love your food,” I said. “And they’ll love you.”
“I don’t know… I was pretty rude to them.”
“You weren’t rude. You stood up for me. Big difference.”
“I hope they’ll see it that way,” she said. “First impressions are lasting impressions.”
I wasn’t the least bit worried about it. Scarlett had a smile that lit up the room, showed affection in just her words, without needing touch. She was endearing and funny. She was a hot piece of ass with the full package. “I’m not worried about it. And if it makes you feel better, they could dislike you all they want, and it’s not going to change anything.”
I could tell that meant a lot to her by the way her eyes softened, the way she looked up at me like I was the best gift that had ever appeared under her Christmas tree. Her hand went to my arm, and she touched me, gently felt the muscles under my skin. “I love you.”
I would never grow tired of hearing that. “I know.” I pulled her in close and pressed a kiss to her lips, but the second I felt her mouth, all that affection transformed into something more. A spark lit the match, and then the flames erupted around us on all sides. It happened anytime I touched her, but it really exploded now.
My hand slid into her hair, and I kissed her as I backed her up into the couch. I slid the other underneath her top and grabbed her tit, squeezing it hard underneath her bra and making her wince slightly. She was taller than most women, which I loved, but she was still so petite, so small in my big grasp.
Her hands dove underneath my shirt, and her nails started to dig their grooves into my flesh, her head tilted back to accept my anxious kiss. Our mouths danced in fire, and once the steam started to billow, she yanked my shirt over my head. A satisfied moan left her lips when she saw my bare chest, her favorite part of my physique besides my arms…and my dick.
Our embrace became too intimate for the couch, so I lifted her into my arms and carried her like she weighed nothing, because in comparison to the tractor tires I pushed around in my gym, she really did weigh nothing.
I dropped her on the bed and yanked off my jeans and shoes, so anxious for her, it was like I’d never fucked her before. In these heated moments, it always felt that way, our hundredth time feeling like our first time.
Too anxious to wait for me to undress her, she kicked away her bottoms and left her top in place.
My knees hit the mattress, and I moved on top of her, yanking her shirt and bra up to expose her tits. With her soft thighs on either side of my hips, she took my length, took it with a loud groan like she’d somehow forgotten what my dick could do.
Fully sheathed inside my wife, I held myself as I looked at her, her lips hungry for my kiss, desperate for it. Ever since the first moment I saw her, I wanted her. I wanted her in every dirty way I could imagine. Lots of nasty shit had crossed my mind when I saw her sitting there across the dining room from me, her legs crossed in her flirty dress in the spring heat. While that desire still burned white-hot, it had grown into something more, something deeper. It made me slow down, made me rock into her at a steady pace rather than a sprint, made me kiss her throughout, made me whisper my love against her ear. It made me want to love rather than fuck—because I was madly in love with her.