Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 133682 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 668(@200wpm)___ 535(@250wpm)___ 446(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133682 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 668(@200wpm)___ 535(@250wpm)___ 446(@300wpm)
“I’m not always excellent,” he says.
Please. I shoot him a doubtful look. “Want to fight me on that?”
His smile is smug. “I’ll win. With my tongue.”
I like the sound of that, but I won’t let him distract me. “But I thought you were just being great at fake dating. Like when you said we’ll be the best fake daters ever.”
He laughs softly, and there’s a new note in it—a calm, a relaxation, a joy I’ve only ever seen with Wilder when he’s with his daughter. “Want me to let you in on a little secret?” he asks.
“Of course I do.”
He tilts his head, gazes at me like I’m precious. “I’ve had a crush on you for a very long time. When I told you I’d wanted you for more than a year, I meant it. I’ve been a little obsessed with you,” he says, then rolls his eyes. “That’s a lie. A lot obsessed. And when I finally had you, you were more incredible than I’d even imagined. And I’d imagined a lot.”
My heart goes up in flames. I feel like confetti and champagne. “You really did?”
“I really did.”
This man is above and beyond. He is extraordinary in so many ways, including one very important one. I set a hand on his heart. “I’m so proud of you and what you did with your father this morning. That took real guts. Real courage. I want you to know I’m behind you every step of the way.”
With a relieved sigh, he gently presses his forehead against mine, then pulls back and says, “When I was talking to him earlier, I thought of you. What you said to me the other morning. That gave me the courage to tell him I wanted him to go to rehab. So I think we make a pretty good team.”
My heart swells with hope. “Is he staying for Christmas and then going?”
Wilder shakes his head. “No. I found a program. It’s nearby. I’ll take him shortly.”
My eyes widen. “You already arranged for it?”
But as soon as those words come out, they sound ridiculous. This is Wilder. He arranges things immediately.
“Yes,” he answers.
“Do you want me to go with you?”
“I would love that.”
And that’s how I meet his father—on the way to rehab. We take him to a facility a half hour away, drop him off, and wish him the happiest of holidays. And a second chance.
When we return to the cabin and head up the steps together, Wilder shoots me a filthy look, then says, “About that fight.”
“Fight me,” I taunt.
He scoops me up, tosses me over his shoulder, and carries me down the hall with long, purposeful strides. He kicks open the door to our suite and drops me on the bed. “Now, if my memory serves, you didn’t think I’d win this disagreement.”
A shudder runs down my body as my very possessive, very generous, very hungry, and very real boyfriend strips off my clothes, spreads my thighs, and says, “I didn’t have breakfast. I think I’ll eat you instead.”
I gasp, then I moan from the feel of his tongue, soft and determined. His mouth covers me, and he sucks and kisses, caressing me. I grab his hair, tug him closer, and rock against him.
He groans, then scoops his hands under my ass, burying his face between my thighs. It doesn’t take long at all. Soon, very soon, I’m singing “O Come, All Ye Faithful,” and I am feeling very joyful and triumphant.
But I’m also in a giving kind of mood so when I come down from my high, I sit up and then beckon him closer with my fingers. “Strip. It’s the only way to get off the naughty list.”
“I don’t want to get off the naughty list,” he says.
“Funny thing. Neither do I.”
“Good. Then sit on my dick so I can make you come again.”
“But it’s my turn to make you come,” I point out.
He shoots me a look. “Don’t make me prove you wrong.”
I smile back, my body aching for him. “Prove it.”
My man proves me so very wrong.
And everything with us feels completely right.
53
ALL MY HOLIDATES
Fable
There’s no way I’m not ruining my makeup during this wedding. Just look at my sister. She’s stunning in a tea-length white dress with silver beads on the bodice and a faux-fur bolero jacket.
A tiny tiara is perched on her blonde head and her makeup is sparkly. She holds her bouquet of green succulents from Kiss My Tulips and lets out an excited breath.
That evening, we’re standing in an anteroom in a red converted barn on the edge of the property. It’s a perfect venue for events and weddings with all this space, a view of the mountains, and plenty of heaters. We’ve dubbed this room, out of view, the bridal suite. “Are you ready?” I ask, but I know the answer.