Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 66865 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 334(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66865 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 334(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
I chuckle to myself at the reference then focus on the task in front of me.
Man she has a gorgeous pussy.It’s not waxed like most girls are doing these days; it’s trimmed and short, with a pretty strip running up the center. She keeps the sides nice and smooth, and I show my appreciation by licking one side then the other.
I press two fingers inside, licking her up the middle—she loves when I do that, squirms and sighs and gasps.
Wiggles her hips and thrashes her head when I bear down, sucking her clit.
She tastes fucking incredible, like sex and orgasms. And she’s mine.
So sweet and kind.
Shy but doesn’t shy away from telling me how she feels.
It doesn’t take long for me to make her come; her lower half convulses within minutes, the shockwaves of pleasure causing her to moan my name.
Reaches for me, pulls me up onto the bed.
We lie facing each other, her kisses on my wet mouth a total turn-on; I know she can taste herself on my lips, and that turns me on too.
Delicate fingers stroke the side of my face as she regards me, lying on her side. Her fingertip trails along my eyebrow, down my smooth cheek, and along the square jawline I could only hide with two years of beard growth.
“You’re so handsome,” Teddy says at last, a small smile playing on her lips. “Pretty boy.”
“I’m no pretty boy.”
Now her smile is rueful. “No, you’re not, are you?”
“I’m a mountain man, remember?”
She rolls her beautiful eyes. “You haven’t even been camping.”
“And I suppose you’re going to take me?”
A laugh. “Hell no! I’m terrible at camping—although it might be worth it to see you in the woods. Do you even know how to build a bonfire?”
“Hey, don’t make fun of me. It’s not my fault I’ve never slept in the damn woods—my parents wouldn’t know the first thing about roughing it.” A thought strikes me. “Bet my sister would go with us. She’s up for anything.”
Teddy’s hand flattens over my abs, working its way down my body. “Did you tell her about what happened tonight? How I freaked out?”
“Yeah.”
“What did she say?”
“That I never should have taken her advice and shaved my beard off.”
My girlfriend laughs, boobs jiggling. “I don’t know about that—she’s been right about a few things. Just give a girl a little warning next time you clean up, would ya?”
TWO MONTHS LATER
“The Epilogue and the moment I’ve been waiting for…”
Kip
No warning was necessary, because the beard is back—not as thick as it once was, but it will get there.
I’m keeping my hair the same—shaved short on the sides and longer on the top—because quite frankly, with my bushy beard growing in, I’m kind of rocking the Viking look and it’s fucking badass.
No one will be messing with me any time soon.
“Babe, did you see the stuff my mom left for you in the kitchen?” My parents were just here visiting; once they heard I had a girlfriend, they didn’t hesitate to fly out to meet her from whatever city they’ve been staying in.
“No, I haven’t. What has she done now?”
My mother immediately took to Teddy, and in the two months since we officially started dating, she has already begun mentally planning a wedding. I don’t know how I feel about my mom’s meddling, considering Teddy and I haven’t even had sex yet, but there’s nothing I can do.
I go with it.
“Had some clothes sent I think, sweaters and stuff from the department store—she said to keep what you want and send back what you don’t.”
“What? Why would she do that?”
“Because that’s what Lilian Carmichael does.” I take a stack of folded clothes, brand new with tags, off the counter and hold them up. “See? These are for me. Half of them are too small.”
My mom still doesn’t get that I’m six foot four and don’t wear a size large—haven’t since I was a freshman in high school.
“She can’t help herself, babe.” I apologize. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologize—it’s so thoughtful. I’ll have to send her a thank you text.”
Between my mother and sister, the three of them have this weird group text where they send memes and jokes back and forth almost every day—most of them at my expense. Har har.
Whatever. I’m just glad my family likes her.
I wasn’t sure how dating her would go over with my parents at first—she doesn’t come from money and she has no pedigree. But as it turns out, my parents are just uptight and not complete assholes. They want me to be happy, and I won’t lie and say it wouldn’t have mattered if they didn’t like Teddy.
Because it would have.
Teddy plans to move in with me at the end of the semester, out of her apartment with Mariah and into my house.
It makes sense, since:
She’s always at my place anyway.