Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 75342 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75342 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
"I just... it was a lot in a short period of time," she said, giving me a smile when I gave her knee a reassuring squeeze. "And you—"
"Need to know when shit is happening in your life, Holl," Shep said, shaking his head. "Even if I can't do shit about it. I want to know."
"Okay," she agreed, knowing her brother was right, even if I knew she also didn't want to put things on his plate that would remind him that he was hurt and couldn't help her.
His pride might not have loved it, but it might have helped him to know she did have someone in her life to help now.
"I'm going to go do some PT," Shep said, putting his cupcake on a tray he flipped up. "Malcolm, nice meeting you," he told me, giving me a nod before rolling off.
"He likes you," she said, giving me a relieved smile.
"He would like anyone who made you happy."
"And who would beat a man senseless for me," she said, giving me a smirk.
"That goes without saying," I agreed, reaching to grab her legs, pulling them over my lap, scooting her closer, so I could seal my lips to hers.
"What if Shep..." she started, barely breaking away from my lips to speak.
"He's not coming back out," I told her.
"You don't know that," she insisted, even as her hands started to roam over my body.
"Honey, I live part-time with twenty-something guys. Trust me, I know," I told her, hands sinking into her hips, moving to have her straddle me.
"You're sure?"
"Yep," I agreed, pressing my lips to her neck.
"We can't, though," she said even as her hips started to grind against my lap.
"Sure we can," I objected, sliding my hand under her skirt to massage her ass. A low, whimpering noise escaped her. "But you're going to have to be quiet."
"I don't think I can," she said, lips teasing the edge of my earlobe.
"You're going to need to try," I told her, my hand pressing between her thighs. Her whole body jolted hard as her breath sucked inward. "There you go," I murmured, slipping under her panties to run my fingers up her pussy, working her clit slowly, giving her a chance to control her reaction to my touch, before sinking two fingers inside her.
I drove her up, wanting her as close as possible, before reaching between us, freeing my cock, and sliding on some protection as she slipped out of her panties.
"Ride me, Holly," I demanded, rocking my hips against her.
Her hand moved down between us, grabbing me, sliding my cock down her cleft, then gliding down on my length. A low sound escaped her until my cock was buried deep, and she managed to take a steadying breath before she started to ride me.
Slow at first, then growing faster as she got closer and closer.
My hand went to the back of her neck, pulling her forward, sealing her lips to mine as I started to thrust upward into her, driving her up and over, her pussy squeezing my orgasm from me, leaving us both panting and clinging to each other in the aftermath.
"I know our schedules are crazy," she said, still breathless, her voice small and sweet. "But we need to find time to do more of that. A lot more of that," she declared, making my lips curve upward.
"I agree," I said, arms wrapping around her.
"Shep has physical therapy a few times a week. And I have a day off a week."
"That's a start," I said, patting her ass, smiling at her grumble before moving off of me, going to fetch her panties.
"Bathroom is the first door on the right in the hall," she told me, dropping back down on the couch, shooting me a small smile as I made my way toward the bathroom to deal with the condom.
"Come on, try a cupcake," she demanded when I made my way back. "Which one?"
"I'll try your favorite," I said, pulling her in at my side as I tried it.
"Good, right?"
"Not as sweet as the others. I don't think Dezi is going to like them as much."
"But you?"
"I like it. The icing isn't too sweet either."
"I really like doing a whipped cream style topping, but it doesn't hold up that great for more than a day."
"Honey, Dezi will eat all the cupcakes in a couple hours."
"There are several dozen."
"Yep," I agreed.
"He's going to single-handedly keep me in business," she mused.
"Pretty soon, you're going to have more work than you know what to do with."
"Maybe, eventually, I can cut back one more night at the diner," she said, picking up a red velvet cupcake, breaking the bottom half off, and plopping it on top of the icing, making a cupcake sandwich. "It's better this way," she declared. "But, no, Luis would probably fire me if I tried to cut back."