Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 87817 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87817 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Walking over to me, she lifted my shirt over my head and tossed it to the floor.
“Define play.”
The corners of her mouth rose into a sexy grin. “Let’s see. You sit on that sofa right there, and I crawl on top of you.”
Her fingers unbuttoned and unzipped my pants. I kicked my dress shoes off and let her pull my pants and boxers down.
“Hmm, I’m liking the sound of this. Keep going. What are the rest of the rules?”
After she finished stripping me, she placed her hands on my chest. The warmth from her touch spread across my body. Pushing me backwards, she spoke softly.
“After I crawl on top of you, I’m going to do dirty things to you.”
“I like it when you do dirty things to me.”
Her teeth sank down into her lip. “Is that why you want to marry me, Mr. Turner? Because I’m good in bed?”
When I looked up as if I was thinking and pondering the reasons, she laughed and pushed me onto the sofa.
“I want to marry you because I want you to be able to crawl on top of me anytime you damn well please.”
“Is that the only reason?” she asked as she straddled me, putting her weight down on my rock hard dick.
Moaning, I dropped my head back onto the cushion. She still had her panties on, but I could feel the heat from her pussy.
“Wait. What was the question again?” I asked, taking a hold of her hips and lifting up into her.
“Oh God,” she mumbled as she moved her hips in a circular motion. “I am addicted to you.”
Burying my face in her neck, I kissed her soft skin. “I feel the same way.”
She lifted to slide her panties out of the way when the doorbell rang and we froze.
“Who in the world could that be? We just left everyone!” Waylynn exclaimed.
“Ignore it,” I whispered, pulling her back onto me.
“What if it’s important?”
“They are cockblocking me. There is nothing that important. Answering that door could endanger the life of whoever is on the other side!”
She giggled and kissed me. “Hold on. Let me pull up the security camera.”
The doorbell rang again as Waylynn jumped off me and turned on the TV, changing it to the channel that had all of the ranch’s security cameras.
“It’s my dad!”
“What?” I yelled as I jumped up and grabbed my clothes and ran to the bathroom as fast as I could.
Waylynn followed and said, “Turn on the shower! Quick.”
The doorbell rang again.
“You want to take a shower while your father is standing outside? Do you want a death wish on my head?”
Rolling her eyes, she pushed me into the bathroom and ran to her bedroom. I shut the bathroom door, turned on the shower and crawled into the corner, waiting for him to bust through the door and shoot my ass.
I could barely hear the muffled voices so I moved to the door and cracked it open.
“It doesn’t need to be taken care of now, Daddy. Honestly.”
“So, has Jonathon moved in?”
I swallowed hard.
“Well, he stays here and I stay at his place sometimes.”
“So, does that mean y’all are living together?”
A loud bang from the kitchen caused Waylynn to let out a yelp and me to jump.
“I guess so. Do you have a problem with that? I know this is your house.”
“You pay rent each month, Waylynn. Stop saying this is my house.”
“You brought it up, so I’m assuming it bothers you.”
“No. It doesn’t bother me in the least. What bothers me is not knowing if you’re going to be living here or back near the city.”
Needing to hear her response, I pushed the door open farther. Then it happened. I started to slip. In water. That was now covering the floor.
“What in the fuck?” I spun around to see the showerhead had been spraying outside of the tub the whole time.
I tried to get back to the shower and started slipping on the marble.
“For fuck’s sake! Who puts marble in a bathroom?!” I yelled while my feet went out from under me, and I went down. Reaching for the shower curtain, I grabbed it to save me from an untimely death…or a trip to the hospital for a concussion. It didn’t work.
The noise of that damn rod hitting the tub was like a bomb going off.
“Jonathon, are you al…shit!” Waylynn shouted as she ran into the room, slipped on the wet floor, and landed on top of me. Her face landing right in my junk.
“As a father, there are some things you never want to see. This. This is one of them. The garbage disposal is fixed. Next time I’ll call before I come over. Merry Christmas, you two.”
It took me half a second to realize John Parker had just seen me naked. On the floor in his daughter’s bathroom. With her face in my no-go zone. The only thing I couldn’t figure out was why she didn’t jump up. She laid there, face pressed against the boys.