Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 67492 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67492 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
I slide my hand beneath her hair and grip her neck as I guide her lips to mine. The other rests in the middle of her back, holding her close to me. Her body stiffens, her movements becoming jerky, and then she’s calling out my name.
My. Name.
She buries her face in my neck as she rides the wave of her orgasm. When her body stills, she lifts her head. “That was… unexpected.”
“That was perfect.”
“I should—” She nods toward my crotch.
“You should go get cleaned up and come back to bed. I promised you a Christmas movie.”
“What about you?”
“Baby, if you think that wasn’t for me, you’re wrong.” I press a kiss on her forehead.
“I need to switch the laundry,” she blurts.
I chuckle. “You go clean up. I’ll switch the laundry.”
“You don’t have to—” she starts, but I kiss her to keep her from finishing.
“I want to.”
She nods and climbs off me. She stares at my hard cock that’s making itself known in my sweats.
“Don’t worry about me,” I assure her.
“Are you going to… handle that?”
“Yep.”
She nods as she stumbles off the bed and into the en suite bathroom. As soon as she’s gone, I’m on my feet and rushing out into the hallway. I slip into the half bath, flip the lock, peel down my sweats and boxer briefs, and fist my cock. Closing my eyes, I replay the last hour with her, and within minutes, I’m coming all over my hand and chest. I quickly clean up and go in search of the laundry room off the kitchen to swap her laundry.
By the time I make it back to her room, she’s snuggled under the covers, clearly ready for sleep rather than a movie. “All done,” I tell her. Her eyes dart to my cock, and I laugh. “That too.” I wink at her before turning off the light and moving toward the bed. I climb in next to her and pull her into my arms. The TV is off, so the room is dark.
“You don’t have to stay.”
I can hear it in her tone of voice that she wants me to stay. She thinks I feel obligated, when it would take this house being on fire for me to leave this bed tonight, and even then she’s coming with me.
“I want to be here.” I kiss the top of her head.
“My uncle Brooks texted me.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yep.”
“And what did he say?”
“He asked if there was something going on between us.”
“What did you tell him?”
“That it was complicated.” There’s humor in her tone.
I sigh. “So, he hates me?”
“No. He loves me. There’s a difference.”
“He’s going to tell your dad.”
“Dad’s already called me. He could tell at the tree lighting on Friday that we were more than just coworkers. But yeah, he’s going to call my dad and the rest of my uncles, and I’m certain Aunt Palmer is already talking to my mom and the rest of my aunts.”
“So, should I expect a call, a visit maybe?” I ask.
“Nope. I told him it is my life. I reminded him that he and my mother, hell, our entire family raised me to know my worth, and that I know what I’m doing.”
“Good girl,” I praise. I don’t know why, but knowing she’s not hiding us, well, that turns me on just as much as her writhing in my lap.
“My family is close, and they’re just not used to seeing me with a guy. I’ve been very selective about who I spend my time with.”
“Thank you.”
“For what?” She lifts her head to stare at me, even though the room is dark and we only have the glow of the moon for light.
“For letting me make the cut.”
Her head falls back in laughter, and I love the sound. It soothes something inside me unlike anything else ever has.
She eventually quiets down, and I hug her to my chest. “Good night, baby.”
“Good night.”
It doesn’t take long for her breathing to even out, and as I’m drifting off to sleep with her in my arms, I wait for the fear to hit me. I’m spending the night with a woman after swearing off relationships.
I never saw her coming.
Blakely Kincaid is turning my world upside down.
CHAPTER
FIFTEEN
Blakely
I’m light on my feet as I make my way to his front door. It’s Saturday morning, and I have Christmas shopping to do. I cheated and asked Oliver if he wanted to hang out today. I didn’t tell him what I had planned, just that we’d make a day of it. He agreed, and the devil on my shoulder laughed that I was tricking him.
I knock on the door, barely containing my excitement. Oliver answers with a welcoming smile, inviting me in. “Have you had breakfast? I just made a bagel.”
“I had some fruit and yogurt, but thank you.” I take off my coat and toss it over the back of the couch. We won’t be here long. “Are you ready for today?”