Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 77999 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77999 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
“Yeah, I guess.”
“It’s not fair. I’m a bag of wrinkles, and he looks better than he ever has.”
“Now, hold on a second,” I interjected. “You are an absolute knockout. Preacher may look good and all, but he has nothing on you.”
“You’re sweet, but...”
“But nothing. You are a beautiful woman, Kay. There’s not a man here that would tell you otherwise, including Preacher.”
“I highly doubt that.” She sounded slightly disappointed as she told me, “He has his pick of the women, and with our history, there’s no way he’d even look in my direction.”
“Well, that’s funny.” I motioned my head over to the back table. “Because he’s looking right now.”
“Oh, you better stop!”
“I’m serious! He’s looking right over here.”
“I need a drink.” She reached over and took my beer, downing it before I could protest. “Do you want another one?”
“Sure!”
Kay got up and grabbed us both a beer from the cooler, and in a matter of a few minutes, we’d finished it off and were on to another. The more people who came streaming in, the more we drank. By the time Wes and the guys came over, I was feeling pretty good. Wes was smiling ear to ear as he snickered, “My girl is drunk.”
“I’m not drunk,” I slurred. “I’m just a little tipsy.”
“Well, we need to get some food in you, or you’re gonna be in a world of hurt tomorrow.”
“I’m fine.”
“You are definitely that.” He gave me a wink, then stood and asked, “So, what’s it gonna be? A BBQ sandwich with all the fixings or some of Creed’s famous ribs?”
“You pick.”
“She’s gotta try the ribs,” Goose insisted. “They’re incredible... falling off the bone.”
“Ribs it is.” I gave him a playful smile. “And another beer.”
“You got it.”
I loved the way Wes was always looking out for me. It made me feel special—like I truly meant something to him. He definitely meant something to me. He made me feel things I didn’t know I could feel. It was like I’d been lost, and in him, I finally found the place I was meant to be.
I’d found my home.
And there was no better feeling in the world.
Life was good.
Epilogue
Memphis
Three Years Later
“Ten.”
“Don’t start with me.”
“Nine.”
“I’m folding laundry.”
“Fold it later.” I leaned against the doorway as I said, “Eight.”
“It’s not going to happen,” she fussed. “This new case at work has me behind on everything. I have to finish this laundry, dust and vacuum, and then, I have to start dinner. And somewhere in between all that, I need to get Dawson up from his nap and give him his snack.”
“Seven.”
“What is it with you and these countdowns?”
“Six.” I’d started the countdowns not long after we got hitched. I was just fucking around, but I figured out real quick that it was a big turn-on for Toni. She’d put up a fuss and pretend she didn’t like it, but she did. It was written all over her face—just like it was now. She was already starting to get that light pink flush around her neck, so it wouldn’t be long before she was soaking wet for me. “Five.”
“Wes! Stop!” she hissed. “I’m serious! I don’t have time for your nonsense today.”
“You seem stressed, babe. You know I can help with that.”
“You can help by emptying the dishwasher.”
“It’s already done.” I cocked my brow as I stepped towards her and said, “Four.”
“The sheets on our bed need to be changed.”
“Did that, too.” I took another step towards her. “Changed Dawson’s, too. And I mowed the grass and swept the kitchen.”
“You did?”
“I did.” I took the basket of laundry and placed it on the floor. “Three.”
“I need to take a shower.”
“You can take one after.”
“I haven’t even changed out of my pajamas.”
“Don’t care.” Her pajamas were actually an old T-shirt of mine and a pair of long socks, and she looked sexy as hell in both. She was three months along with our second, so she was a little thicker and I liked it. I liked it a lot. “You are smokin’... Two.”
“One,” she purred.
“That’s my girl.”
I slipped my arm around her waist and pulled her close as I crashed my mouth against hers. The kiss instantly became heated, intensifying my need for her. I took several steps forward until Toni’s back was pressed against the wall. I ran the palms of my hands up her thighs and under her t-shirt, then looped my fingers into the sides of her panties.
Her eyes were locked on mine as I lowered them to the floor. I picked her up, and her legs instinctively made their way around my waist, and the heat of her body set me on fire.
I unzipped my jeans and lowered them down my hips, freeing myself, and drove deep inside her with one firm thrust. Damn. She felt incredible, but then again, she always did. Her little moans and whimpers urged me on as I started to quicken my pace. I pounded into her again and again, each thrust more demanding than the last. Within seconds, we were both close to the edge.