Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 75003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
“Fix that door. I love that noise,” I told him, angling my head up for a kiss.
“You love all the broken things around here,” he said, reaching out to frame my face with both his hands, then kissing me long and sweet. Until I felt it in my toes.
“It’s what gives a home character. I knew exactly what steps in my childhood home creaked. Which came in handy when I was sneaking in after staying out too late. Or how to fiddle with that one tap that didn’t ever want to work right, but we never fixed. Or the chew marks in the molding from our childhood dog. It’s those things that make a house a home.”
“I’d like to come to think about it like that,” Levee said. “The ‘quirks’ my apartment had growing up weren’t the kind of things that would make me nostalgic.”
And I really wanted to be able to help him feel that way about our new home and all of its sweet imperfections.
After all he’d been through, and all he’d done for others without expecting anything in return, he deserved some magic, some joy, someone to try to take care of him for a change.
Which was why there was a hearty stew in the crockpot, even if the air conditioning was running at full-blast, and a surprise waiting for him in the bedroom.
“We have about two hours until dinner is done,” I told him, sticking my paintbrush into the water, deciding the mural was just going to have to wait. “And I have something fun in the bedroom.”
“Does this something fun vibrate?” he asked, smirking.
“After what you did to me with the remote control vibe panties? I think not,” I said, slapping him across the chest.
But we both knew that, as torturous as it had been to wear those vibrator panties to the clubhouse during a big, loud party with the remote in his hand, I wouldn’t change the memory of him watching me hiding behind a tree, legs shaking as the orgasm ripped through my system, for anything.
“But your clothes do have to be off for this,” I told him, looking to the back of the house to make sure the curtains were drawn before I whipped off my shirt, leaving me bare from the waist up.
“I have no objections to that,” he said, peeling off his own drenched shirt as I moved past him, kicking out of my slides, then hooking my fingers into the waistband of my skirt.
I waited until I was in the doorway of the bedroom to push the skirt off, leaving me in nothing but a bright yellow thong that I knew his gaze was taking in greedily.
“Pants off,” I demanded, turning to watch him as I slid my panties down as well.
He did as he was told. Then tossed his underwear off for good measure.
He had no idea what I had in mind, but he was already hard in anticipation.
I took a step to the side, waving toward the floor.
“What is this?” he asked, brows pinched as he took in the massive piece of canvas set up on a blue tarp and surrounded by several containers of washable paint.
“Well, you know how we have this stupidly large wall above our bed?” I said, waving toward it.
“Yeah,” he said, looking over. “Are we painting something for it?” he asked, knowing that I hadn’t found anything I liked that was big enough for the space.
“In a way,” I said, smirking as I walked backward toward the canvas. “We are going to make some abstract art.”
“But you don’t really like abstract art.”
“Not normally, no,” I agreed. “But this is abstract art we are going to be making with our bodies.”
“What? Like ass and tit prints?” he asked, making me snicker.
“Probably some of that, sure,” I agreed, grabbing two colors of paint and pouring each onto a throw away plate so I could smear my hands into it. “But we are going to put our hands in paint—mine pink and purple, yours black and gold—and we are going to get down onto this canvas and make love. And see what kind of art we make during it.”
I never saw Levee move so fast.
His hands were in the paint and then on me in moments.
Then we spent the next hour lost in each other. Until we’d rolled off onto the cold blue tarp, panting, and looking over at the art we’d made.
“Now, every time someone comes into the bedroom, they’re gonna see it,” Levee said, eyes bright.
“It’s fun to have little secrets,” I told him as I reached for his hand then walked with him to the shower, where we scrubbed each other clean before dinner.
Each day we spent together, the more I couldn’t wait to spend more with him.
Levee - 1 year
“What?” Jade asked, picking up on my excitement as we made our way up the front path toward the bungalow after two weeks away visiting her family in cold, snowy Massachusetts.