Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 60852 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 304(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60852 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 304(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
“I’m here now,” Muff cuts in. “Thanks, princess.”
Serenity smiles at him. “Be nice to her, and make sure she rests.”
“Always am,” he murmurs.
Everyone leaves, and we’re left alone with the unspoken words that have been hanging in the air for weeks now.
It just never feels like the right time to say them.
Max, as if reading the room, begins to coo. Muff leans down, picking him up from his playpen and pressing a kiss to his chubby cheeks. “Did you miss me, little man?”
My heart warms—it’s hard for it not to.
I love seeing them together.
“He had a rough night,” I tell Muff, pushing off the sofa in desperate need to stretch my legs. “I think he’s teething.”
As if on cue, Max drools all over Muff’s arm.
I can’t help but smile.
“I think that would be the case,” Muff chuckles. “I’ll bathe him. What time is Ebony coming back from your mom’s?”
“She’s staying the night; Mom is taking her to the movies.”
Ebony has been remarkable with this whole situation, which has surprised us all. Like the resilient little angel she is, when she finally came to see me in hospital, I told her that I had a car accident. She very calmly asked me how that happened, if she was safe in a car, and would it happen again. I did my best to tell her that it was just an accident, and she would be safe as long as the driver of the car is always watching.
Happy with my answer, she let it go.
She has been a gem helping me out since I’ve been home.
I don’t know where she gets her strength, because she has lived such an up and down life, but she never ceases to amaze me with how incredible she is.
“Good. I want to talk with you later,” Muff murmurs. “I’ll put Max down.”
Exhaling, I watch him take Max toward the bathroom.
Dammit.
I was hoping to avoid this conversation for a little longer.
17 – Muff
STEPPING OUT OF THE shower, a towel wrapped around my waist, I run into Janine. She is just stepping out of Max’s room after checking on him and comes crashing into my body. Her hands splay out over my chest and her cheeks grow pink as she frantically stumbles on an apology. Taking her arms, I look down onto the fading bruises on her perfect face. “I’m your husband, Jaybird. Stop actin’ like you’ve never seen me in a towel.”
Her lips part, beautiful and full, and my dick jumps.
I know she can feel it, and I know she is fully aware of just how much I want her right now. I want inside her, and with every passing day, it only gets harder and harder to not think about it. I don’t move my hand from her waist, where I caught her, and she doesn’t step back. She stares up at me beneath those fucking adorable lashes, and I know she’s thinking what I’m thinking.
I also know she’ll pull away, because she’s scared.
She’s scared of everything to do with this entire situation, mostly, she’s scared of being hurt again.
“If you don’t step back, baby,” I growl, “I’m goin’ to spin you around against this wall and fuck you. We both know I’m hangin’ by a thread.”
She bites her lower lip, and I can see in that moment, she’s contemplating it.
“Angel,” I growl, “tell me to step away or I’m goin’ to follow through with my promise.”
“I-I ...” she stammers. “I can’t seem to find the words.”
My hand runs down over her bottom as I growl in response, and I pull her closer to me, being careful not to hurt her. I know she’s still sore, and she will be for months to come, but that doesn’t mean I can’t be gentle with her. Oh, I can be fucking gentle. I can slide my dick into her sweet pussy and not lay a single hand on her body.
“I’m losin’ my control,” I murmur, letting my lips fall to her ear before lowering them to her neck when I suck the sweet flesh. “Tell me to go, because I won’t stop if you don’t.”
She whimpers, and I know I’ve won her over.
She knows it, too.
I waste no time removing her shorts as carefully as I can. My mouth slides over her shoulders once her shirt is on the ground, but she won’t let me near her mouth, she hasn’t since the day I walked out, and it’s killing me. “Let me kiss you, baby,” I order, breathing against her jaw as I slide toward her lips.
“No,” she whispers. “Just fuck me.”
Pulling back, I meet her gaze, but she doesn’t let me hold it long before she takes the towel around my hips and pulls it off. It drops to the ground and my cock springs free. It’s aching and hard, and I can’t stop thinking about how much I want it inside her. I love this side to Janine, the side she unleashed when we broke up. It’s like she knocked a wall down, and with every passing day, she’s getting wilder and wilder.