Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 80893 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 404(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80893 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 404(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
“You’re good for him,” I say, taking my turn to hug my new sister-in-law. There are tears in her eyes, but she nods, offering me a watery smile. I don’t stick around to get yelled at by Owen for making her cry yet again today. Instead, I hightail it to the kitchen, looking for my girl.
“Thanks for the lift,” Aspen says, reaching for the door handle.
I find her eyes in the rearview mirror. “Call us if you need us, and make sure you lock the door.”
“Yes, Dad,” she teases. “I’ll be fine. You just take care of this one.” She reaches up and squeezes Aurora’s shoulder.
“She’s in good hands.”
“Oh, I’m sure she is.” Her cackling laughter follows her all the way out of the SUV.
“Ignore her,” Aurora says from her spot in the passenger seat.
“I don’t know. Keeping you in my hands sounds like a pretty damn good plan to me.”
“That’s not what she meant,” she counters.
“That’s exactly what she meant, and you know I’m a man of my word, baby.” Glancing up at their apartment, I see the lights come on, and Aspen comes to the window, giving me a thumbs-up, which is all I needed to see, and I’m pulling back out onto the road.
“I walked right into that one, didn’t I?” she asks, resting her head back against the seat.
“You did.”
“Thank you for looking out for her.”
“She’s family.”
“You really feel that, don’t you? That she and I are your family.”
“Yes.” There is no hesitation in my answer.
“I love you, Grant. Thank you for showing me what the love of a good man is supposed to feel like.”
“Loving you is easy.”
She reaches over and runs her fingers through my hair, which is where they stay the remainder of the drive to my place. We’re quiet as we enter my condo. My hand rests on the small of her back.
“I’m going to take a shower. Is that okay?”
“Of course. You want some company?”
“Hmm.” She moves to stand directly in front of me. “I could use some help washing my back.”
“I’m your man,” I say. My words hold more than one meaning and the softening of her eyes tells me that she understands that as well. “Come on, gorgeous. Let’s get you out of the dress.” I lead her to my bedroom and proceed to strip myself naked while she stands there watching me. “What are you waiting for?” I ask her.
“Your full attention.”
“You have it,” I tell her. “Always.”
“Sit.” She points to the bed.
This is new for her to command and ask for what she wants, and I’m the man who’s going to give it to her. I take a seat on the bed. “Now what?” I ask her.
“Now, you watch.”
“That I can do.” I lean back, bracing my hands on either side of me on the bed. My cock is already hard just at the mention of her getting naked. I’ve got it bad.
“I’m going to need some help.” She walks to where I sit and turns, giving me her back. “Can you unzip me?”
My answer is to take the delicate zipper of her dress between my thumb and index finger and pull the zipper all the way down. It ends just above her ass, and I swallow back the groan that wants to be set free when I see just a peek of her ass.
She steps away and turns to face me. She’s just out of reach, which I’m sure is by design. She knows me well enough to know that if she’s within reaching distance, I need to be touching her. It’s not something that I can control. Hell, I don’t want to. I give her my full attention as the little lavender dress she wore to the wedding slides over her shoulders and pools at the floor around her ankles. Underneath is a matching lace bra and panty set, the same color as her dress.
“I might have splurged a little,” she says.
“I’ll pay for it,” I say, drinking in the sight of her.
“That’s the reason you’re sitting there, and I’m over here. I like these.” She slides her hands into the band of the tiny piece of fabric she’s calling panties and slides them over her thighs. “I didn’t want you to rip them.”
“You know me well, baby.”
“Can you help me again?” she asks. Each step she takes that brings her back to me is accentuated from the sway of her hips, and I’m close to losing control. I’ll buy her a thousand new sets as long as I get her naked now. She turns, giving me her back, and I waste no time unclasping her bra, only this time I don’t let her go. No, I move in close, pressing my front to her back and slide my hands under the cups of her bra, and palm her breasts.