Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 56295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
“That’s Ya-Ya and Baboosh. Love you!” Rory stands up, picks up her bag, tosses it over her shoulder, and walks toward me so I can at least say my goodbyes.
“I love you. Be good, be respectful, and text me before you go to bed.” I stand up, hugging Rory while Emmy scrambles to get to her bag. They might be telling me their goodbyes now; that doesn’t mean I won’t be walking them out the door and greeting the people who I adore more than ever, the two people who took in a young girl who only wanted to know what it felt like to be loved by a family.
“Love you. Now come see us off, but don’t take too long. We have things to do, people to see, and you have a date to get ready for.” Emmy loops her arm around mine as we walk out of the house, take the step down, and walk to the driveway. Ya-Ya doesn’t get out of the car; neither does Baboosh. I’m not upset in the least; they’re giving me a massive gift tonight.
“Come give me a smooch,” Baboosh states. I dip my head, kissing him on the cheek.
“Thank you,” I tell him. He takes my hand in his. The girls are too busy saying hello to Ya-Ya to hear us.
“No, thank you, sweet Rosaleigh. Never seen my boy happier. Never seen you girls that way either. You both have a good night, and don’t worry about us. Ya-Ya has a lot planned for tomorrow. She’ll call you when we’re on our way, but don’t expect us back till after dinner.” I’m at a loss for words, not that I should be surprised. Rory and Emmy are their only grandkids. It didn’t matter if they were blood or not, we were all theirs.
“Alright, don’t spend all your money on them.” He goes to argue, but I just keep talking, “They have money, some they earned, some they didn’t. I know you love them, but you two hanging out with them is all they really need.”
“Tell that to Ya-Ya. Now get out of here. We’ve got dinner and a show booked. Have fun, Leigh.” I look through the window. Both girls are buckled in the backseat of their car, and Ya-Ya has a smile a mile wide plastered across her face.
“Go, have fun. We’ll chat later. Love you, Rosaleigh,” Ya-Ya says. I barely nod my agreement before they’re backing out of the driveway, Emmy waving goodbye out the open window, and I stand there until the only thing I can see are the taillights in the distance. I start to head back inside, feeling a ton of weight lifted off my shoulders. The girls with their grandparents, either side, really, I know they’re in safe hands. That’s why instead of heading back inside to get ready for my date with Nix, I’m doing something else entirely. There’s only one place I want to be, and that’s in the arms of the man who has teased me relentlessly all week. My feet carry me to Phoenix’s house, walking up the steps, a pep in my step, knowing I’m going to throw a wrench in his plans the minute he opens the door.
23
NIX
“Jesus Christ.” The beating on the door doesn’t stop. I was in the shower, working my cock. That way, I’m not coming with the first thrust inside of Rosaleigh. That all ended when the doorbell wouldn’t quit ringing, only for the banging on the door to start. At first, I thought it might be Emmy or Rory, but I knew that wasn’t the case before I stepped in the shower. Rory sent me a text saying they were gone and was thanking me once again for the gift cards I gave them.
“Phoenix.” Rosaleigh is standing in front of me when I open the door, a towel wrapped around my waist. She’s in another one of her tank tops, nothing beneath it judging by her pebbled nipples, and when she licks her lips, the only thing I can do is pull her inside my house before we give the neighbors a show they’d never forget.
“Leigh.” My hands fist her hair as my body walks her back, the towel loosening from my strides but also Rosaleigh’s hands that pull at the material. A moan is pulled from her when her palm wraps around my shaft. Clearly, she’s tired of waiting. This week has been a lesson in patience more for me than for Leigh. While I’ve made sure she’s gotten hers, any time she’s attempted to use her hand or her mouth on my body, I’ve backed away. I could quite her moans with my own. If she were to suck my cock, there would be no way I’d be able to keep my mouth shut, instructing her on how I want her to suck me, to scrape her teeth along my shaft, to roll my balls in the palm of her hands.