Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 64337 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 322(@200wpm)___ 257(@250wpm)___ 214(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64337 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 322(@200wpm)___ 257(@250wpm)___ 214(@300wpm)
Then I suck in a breath and fight the urge to fall apart.
Because that? Those things he just said?
It’s everything I’ve wanted a man to say to me my entire life. It’s what I’ve wanted my parents to say to me, too, but that’s a whole other load of psychological baggage I’m too overwhelmed to think about right now.
God, why can’t he see that he’s everything I need? Everything I want and could ever wish for?
I don’t care about the age gap. I don’t care that he doesn’t want more children or that I’d be getting a kid as well as a husband if we ended up going all the way together.
I love Sprout. I adore every piece of her crazy, meddling, bossy, beautiful little self. Getting to help raise her would be an honor I wouldn’t take lightly. I may be young, but I grew up in a big family with tons of cousins. I know what a huge responsibility it is to raise a child. I’d be going into the stepmom gig with my eyes wide open.
Surely, there has to be a way to get through to Seven.
Surely, all the red hot fuckery going on around here might wear him down at least a little. Because…woah, is it wearing on me. I thought I’d had some pretty fantastic sex in my life, but nothing I’ve done with anyone else can compare to the way I feel when Seven’s hands are on me, when his gaze is locked on mine as he fills me.
And his cock? It’s an enchanted love wand of unparalleled spectacular-ness so magical, that not even calling it something dorky like a “love wand” can diminish it’s fantasticness in any way.
The thought of his love wand—my love wand—going on to fuck other women makes me want to burn down the world. I mean, I knew I had a jealous side, but this is crazy. As I went to sleep last night, a part of me was already planning ways to ensure Pammy is never alone with Seven again. I’ll put a tracking device on her car and tail her around town if I have to.
I mean, I won’t actually do that—I’m not insane—but I’m not above using underhanded methods to keep the thirsty women of Bad Dog at bay. Surely, Pammy, an older woman with no kids, would prefer a man without a young child she would have to help raise. I could sneakily set her up with one of my guy friends whose kids are already out of the house. None of them are half as hot as Seven, but Sprout isn’t going to make things pleasant for anyone her dad might decide to date who isn’t me. I know that kid, and she’s as stubborn as her father and even more determined to get her way.
A nice, slightly-less-hot boyfriend without a daughter who puts Nair in your shampoo bottle and chicken poop in your purse might start looking pretty good to Pammy after a while…
“Get a grip,” I mutter to myself as I drop the dirty dishes in the sink inside, grab a sweatshirt from the bureau, then head back into the kitchen to fill our water bottles. “You can’t go full stalker on him. You promised you’d say goodbye after Friday. That was the deal, and you never go back on a deal.”
I don’t. I’m a woman of my word.
I guess I’ll just have to hope all the fun we’re having will change Seven’s mind. And if not, at least we’ll go out with a bang.
Several bangs, in fact…
I’m almost done filling the water bottles when Seven is suddenly behind me, his arms wrapped around my waist and his erection pressed into the hollow of my spine. “I’m sorry,” he says, into my hair. “I’m a sick fuck who can’t go ten minutes without being inside you. Just tell me to get off you, and I’ll pull my shit together, I promise.”
“Don’t get off me,” I say, arching my back until my ass rubs against his balls. “Get off in me. I was just thinking about how much I wanted you to take me on the picnic table when we were outside.”
“Fuck, woman, you should have said something.”
“Next time, I will,” I say, gasping as he drags his teeth across the skin at my neck.
A beat later, his hands are up my shirt, dragging my bra down beneath my breasts. He plays with my nipples, making me gasp as I shove my leggings and underwear down to my knees. I reach back, fumbling for the close of his pants, then give up and tug them down as best I can, freeing his long, hot length with shaking hands.
I’m literally shaking. I want him that much.
We had sex less than an hour ago. I shouldn’t be this hungry for him again already, but…I am. This man does things to me, things no man has ever done before, and I’m guessing none will ever do again. I can’t imagine feeling this way about anyone else. This mixture of easy friendship and combustible chemistry isn’t something you find every day.