Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 88225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
“Let’s get you out of the rest of this, big boy. Then, we’ll get you to bed,” she says.
“It’s our wedding night. I should be making love to you,” I say as I caress her face.
“We have all our lives for that. I’ll give you a pass for tonight,” she chuckles.
“No,” I say determinedly. “That’s not going to be good enough for me.”
I cup her breasts in my palms and start to pinch her nipples. Her lips part and her eyes fill with lust. She frees my belt buckle and works to get my jeans undone.
I go to kiss her but stumble a little. Saga laughs at me, guiding me back toward the foot of the bed. She tugs my pants down my legs before pushing me to sit down.
My cock is standing at attention now that it’s free of its confines. Saga drops to her knees and cups me with her small hands. I twitch in her warm palms, precum already dripping from my tip.
I lick my lips. “Babe, you don’t have t—”
My words are cut off as she licks through the moisture on my angry crown. Her eyes light up as I don’t take the lead and deny her this pleasure. I’ve never told her, but I vowed the next woman to suck my cock would be my wife. I grow harder knowing that I kept that vow.
“Were you saying something?”
“Shit. Yeah, but I don’t know what,” I say, shaking my head to clear it.
She takes me to the back of her throat and I can’t think of a single word I was trying to get out. My mouth falls open. Saga’s sucking me like I owe her something. Those full lips look so damn sexy around me.
She makes a choking sound, but she doesn’t come up for air. I shift my legs back and forth on the sides of her body, grabbing the bedspread beneath me. When she comes up for air, her saliva spills down my shaft.
She spits on my tip for good measure. Lifting her eyes to look through her lashes, she gives me a devilish smile. She works me with her hands, licking her wet lips. I lean in and kiss her soft, swollen mouth.
Saga has other plans. She breaks the kiss and goes back to sucking me until I’m calling out her name. I don’t know what’s better—the feel, the sound, or the sight of her giving me head. They all have me coming down the back of her throat.
“Mmm, delicious,” she purrs after swallowing.
I fall onto my back. “I think you just killed me,” I push out.
“No, but we can try again,” she says.
“I’m scared,” I chuckle as she straddles my waist.
I place my hands on her hips, holding her to me. I don’t want to let go. A part of me fears waking up and she’ll be gone, or she’s just the best damn dream I’ve ever had.
CHAPTER 27
Should We Cancel?
Saga
He’s been snoring like a buzz saw. I gave up on sleeping hours ago. Instead, I’ve been staring down at my husband, watching him sleep.
He’s magnificent. Those big arms cradling the pillow beneath his head, his full lips slightly parted, the loose strands of hair that have fallen into his face, I think I’ve captured an angel in my bed.
I’m so focused on him I jump when my phone rings. I curse under my breath when I remember I never called Isha yesterday. So much happened it totally slipped my mind.
“Hey,” I whisper as I try to tiptoe out of the bedroom.
“Why are you whispering?” she says.
“I don’t want to wake Bishop.” I regret my words two seconds after they’re out of my mouth.
“I knew it,” she squeals. “You kept saying it was just rumors. Nothing was going on. I could see it in those pictures. You two look so hot together.
“You’re screwing him. You’re totally screwing him and now I’m so pissed I didn’t take the time off to help you drive to California,” she rambles in my ear.
“Isha, it’s way too early for this. Can you dial it down two or three notches maybe?” I sigh and flop onto the couch.
“I was actually calling with a purpose. A, to check on you. You didn’t call yesterday. I tried to give you time since you’re now in a different time zone from me, but I was so exhausted I passed out before calling you,” she says.
“Yeah, yesterday was crazy. Sorry about that. What else did you want?”
“That would be B, the plane ticket to come out and see you. You were supposed to be settled in with your parents by now. I’m just checking to see if I should cancel,” she says.
“Oh shit,” I gasp.
“What’s wrong?” Bishop’s sleep-filled voice fills the room.
I look toward the bedroom to find him with a sheet around his waist. His hair is hanging loose as he pushes it back out of his face. My mouth waters as I watch his muscles move with the action.