Mine To Love (Southern Wedding #4) Read Online Natasha Madison

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Southern Wedding Series by Natasha Madison
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Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 70092 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
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Chapter 27

Bennett

I feel her wiggle her ass on my cock in front of me, and then I'm pushed to my back. I feel like I just closed my eyes, and I have to wonder how long it's been since the last round. I'm about to say something when she grips my cock, and the only thing I can do is groan.

My eyes open at the exact time that she slides her pussy down my cock. My hands go to her hips. “Morning," I mumble as my hands come up, and I roll her nipples between my thumb and forefinger. She just moves up and down faster. We've been going at it the whole night. The whole fucking night, and neither of us is ready to give up.

She puts her hands on my chest and goes up and down faster and faster, rotating her hips every single time she goes down. “I'm close," she says, and I want to laugh. She's been close all night long. I've lost count of the number of times she's come. "Bennett," she moans out my name, and I sit up with her, and my cock must go deeper in her. I wrap my arm around her waist and then flip her onto her back, my cock never coming out of her.

She wraps her legs around my waist. “This what you want?” I ask as I pound into her a couple more times before we both come at the same time. I collapse to the side and take her with me. “I need to sleep," I say, closing my eyes.

"You sleep, and I'm going to go and get something to eat," she replies, moving away from me and bending down to grab her robe. "I'll be back," she says, walking out of the room, and instead of lying in bed, I huff and get up, not about to let her go anywhere without me.

Putting on a pair of shorts, I walk downstairs and see her standing at the counter eating a cookie. “Can you go and get something in my car?" She looks over at me, and I see that it's just after seven in the morning.

"Sure," I say. “What am I getting?"

"My bag?" She grabs another cookie while she walks to the fridge. “I forgot to bring apple juice," she huffs. “We need to add that to the list."

I just nod at her and try to hide my smile with that last statement. It takes me less than three seconds to grab her bag and walk back in. “Did you pack apple juice?” I ask as I put the bag on the island.

"No." She looks up, and I can see that she has little red spots all over her neck from my beard. “But I should have."

"So what's in the bag?" I laugh, walking over and kissing her neck.

"Some clothes and my toiletries," she says, and I stop in my tracks.

“Your clothes for today?" I look over at her.

"Not really. I just brought over a few things to keep here," she says, and after telling me she loved me, this is the best thing I've ever heard.

"Is that a fact?” I grab a bottle of water and lean on the counter to face her.

"Well, I wasn't going to count my chickens before they hatched, but I was hopeful that you would forgive me." She walks over to the bag and grabs it. “I'm going to be dragging my ass today."

"So, play hooky with me?" I suggest, knowing full well she will never do it. Even though I've asked her before, she won’t.

"I guess I can." She walks over and grabs her phone while I just watch her. She presses buttons on her phone, and then I hear the sound of ringing.

"She fucking lives." I hear Clarabella's voice, and then she sits at the island and puts the phone down in front of her.

"Jesus Christ, it took you long enough." I hear Shelby's voice cut in. “We've been waiting all night."

"I've been busy." She smiles and then looks at me.

"I bet you have,” Clarabella says. “Does that mean he didn't tell you to fuck off?"

"Of course, he didn't tell her to fuck off,” Shelby retorts. “I was rooting for you the whole time." I shake my head and walk over to Presley and stand behind her. Looking at her phone and seeing Clarabella on the top and Shelby on the bottom of the FaceTime.

"She's a damn liar,” Clarabella declares. “She bet me twenty bucks you wouldn't say yes until today." Shelby gasps out loud.

"Well, lucky for me," Presley says, reaching her arm out to wrap around my waist and pull me to her. “He said he didn't hate me." She looks up at me, and I'm still stunned that she is showing affection in front of her sisters. In the twelve years we've been with each other, she never showed anything to anyone. "Also"—she turns back to the camera—“you are both dead to me." She uses her thumbs to go across her neck as if she is cutting her throat. I can't help but put my hand on my forehead and laugh silently. I mean, I've known them my whole life, and I want to say that they weren't always crazy, but I'd be lying.


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