Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81076 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81076 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
“My family is already your family,” Matty says. “I’m pretty sure my mother loves you more than me at this point. She’s so happy you turned my life around.”
I wince. “I’m sorry. I wish they knew the truth.”
“That is the truth,” Matty says, brushing gentle knuckles across my cheek, making my chest tight. “You turned my life around and I don’t ever want to turn back.”
“Want to see the bedroom?” I ask, mesmerized by the heat in his gaze.
“Very much,” he murmurs. “Very, very much.”
We disappear into the bedroom, closing the door behind us to protect the innocent eyes of our fur babies, and get naked in our new queen-sized bed with the gauzy white canopy hanging down all around, sheltering us from the outside world.
Here, in this bed, it’s just me and Matty and the world we create together.
As he rolls me on top of him, spreading my legs wide as he enters me from behind, I know without a doubt that I’m home. I reach back, running my fingers through his hair as he grips me tight under the thighs, using the leverage to bounce me up and down on his cock.
“My forever cock,” I murmur as pleasure ripples through my sensitive inner walls, making every nerve in my body tingle. “I’m so glad this is my forever cock.”
“He’s really happy about that, too,” Matty says. “Now, rub your clit for me, Nora. I need to feel you come on me, baby.”
I need that, too. So, I do just as my dirty-talking man suggests. In just a few minutes, I’m drowning in pleasure and coming so hard I don’t realize why Matty’s cursing softly into my hair until we’re catching our breath and I feel the telltale trickle down my thigh.
“Oh, shit,” I whisper. “We forgot the condom.”
“I’m sorry,” he says. “The place was so nice, and your eyes looked so pretty in the gray light, and then you were naked and…fuck, I’m sorry.”
I shift gently off to his side, propping up on one elbow as I gaze down at him. “It’s okay. Maybe we just get a baby before we get a puppy. Or a baby instead of a puppy. I’m okay with that, too. What about you?”
He cups my cheek, that wonder-filled expression creeping across his features again. “Yeah. That sounds pretty amazing. Maybe we should just start trying for a baby. Every time.”
“All the time,” I agree, turned on again just thinking about it.
His eyes dance. “Pervert.”
“Takes one to know one.”
“Think the cats will let us keep that door closed for another hour?” he asks, rolling on top of me.
“If I know them, they’ll be too busy exploring their new space to worry about Mom and Dad.”
“Mom and Dad,” he says, kissing me softly. “I like the sound of that.”
“I love you,” I whisper, wrapping my arms around his ribs and digging my fingers into his muscled back. “Let’s always be in love?”
“Always,” he says. “And a day.”
I sigh.
That sounds like just about enough.
Melissa McGuire
Always.
Aaron is always an asshole, even when he’s trying to be a nice guy.
That interview he gave about volunteering to be a big brother in Minneapolis almost made me vomit, even though he said all the right things. He’s just repulsive. It’s in his DNA, I guess.
Thankfully, Nora didn’t inherit that particular Boudreaux family strand of genetic material.
Nora is lovey.
Her brother is a steaming pile of hot human garbage.
But he is hot. You can’t deny that, the inner voice says as I aggressively wipe down the dining table and do my best to ignore the fact that my last few lingering party guests—my brother Wesley, my little sister, Binx, and my cousin, Jacob—are glued to the hockey game.
It’s what everyone else in Bad Dog is probably watching right now, too, since our “hometown hero” Aaron Boudreaux is finally playing in the NHL.
No one’s talking about the fact that it took ten years for him to make the jump from the minors to the big leagues after college, or that he’s one of the oldest rookies on record. It’s all sunshine and rainbows and “wow, isn’t he the greatest! What a star!” Life is so easy when you’re a handsome man. It makes me want to stab Aaron in his gorgeous eyeball.
“Spearing!” Binx cries out in her husky voice, the one that makes it sound like she smokes a pack a day, though she’s never touched a cigarette in her life. “What the hell, ref? Open your fucking eyes. Oh shit, sorry.” She turns to me, wincing. “I did it again. I’m the worst auntie ever.”
“It’s okay,” I assure her. “I put Chase down twenty minutes ago. He was worn out from the party.”
Her shoulders sag. “Oh good. It isn’t going to be safe around here for little ears.”
“Because the refs are clearly on Wisconsin’s side,” Wesley agrees, even my notoriously sunny, happy brother looking irritated. “This is some dirty hockey.”