Only One Mistake (Only One #6) Read Online Natasha Madison

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Romance, Sports Tags Authors: Series: Only One Series by Natasha Madison
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Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 85711 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 429(@200wpm)___ 343(@250wpm)___ 286(@300wpm)
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“Hello?” I hear my sister and then feel the blankets move. I look over to see Jamieson’s eyes open as he looks around. His blue eyes match mine as does his face.

“Oh, there you guys are,” Alex says and then stops when she looks and sees the towel by the side of the bed. “Are you naked in the bed with your child?” she gasps, and Jillian just buries her head in my chest. She used to get embarrassed, but now she just rolls with it. “What is wrong with you?” she hisses and comes to the other side of the bed. “He’s awake.”

“For the record,” I say, getting up on my elbow. “He just got up.”

“For the record.” She leans over and grabs him, bringing him up to look at her. She smiles at him. “Your parents are gross.” She rubs her nose with his, and he smiles at her. “But they do make good babies.”

“What are you doing here?” I ask her.

“Mom and Dad were going to take a walk, so we came to get the baby to give you guys some time to sleep,” she says, then looks over. “Or have sex, apparently.” She smiles at Jamieson. “Do you want to go for a walk with me instead of watching your parents bang? I think you do?” she asks him, and he coos at her as if he understands. “When did he eat?”

“About an hour ago, maybe less,” Jillian says. “There is milk in the fridge.” She kisses him up and walks out of the door. We listen to her walk to the kitchen and then grab the diaper bag at the door on her way out.

“Is it bad that I still want to have sex?” Jillian says. “Even knowing that they know what we are going to be doing?”

“Is it bad…” I say, turning her on her back and slipping into her, causing both of us to moan. “That I couldn’t care less that they know?” I pull out of her and slam back inside her, her legs wrapping around my waist. “I missed you.” Bending my head, I bite her lip.

“Liar,” she goads me. “If you missed me…” She lifts her hips. “You would fuck me harder.” I toss the covers off us and flip her to her knees. Grabbing her by her hips, I fuck her as hard as I can. We both moan out as we come together. “I think we should take a shower,” she says, collapsing on her stomach. “I may or may not want to ride you.” I pull out of her and slap her ass, making her moan.

An hour later, I’m in the kitchen when she comes down. She wears her black yoga pants with a white sweater crop top, and her wet hair is piled on top of her head. I smirk when she looks at me. “Would you stop?”

“I can’t help it,” I say when she comes close to me, and I box her in with my arms. “You’re so fucking sexy.” She lifts her face up, wrapping her arms around my neck.

“You aren’t so bad yourself.” She smiles, and I cover her mouth with mine.

“Can you seriously, for the love of God, leave the woman be?” I hear Alex and look over to see her standing there alone. “Like we get it, you love her.”

Jillian laughs, pushing away from me and going to our son, who sees her and then starts to wail. “Oh, what is all the fuss about?”

“He’s been cranky patty for the last twenty minutes, and he finished the bottle ten minutes into the walk,” Alex says, and I hear the front door open and my parents walk in. “They let me come in to make sure you guys were done before they walked in.” She walks to the coffee machine and grabs a cup of coffee.

“I’m going to change him and then feed him,” Jillian says, turning him so I can kiss his cheek. “Thank you.” She smiles at my parents. “For the break.”

“Was it a break with mister poking at you?” Alex asks, and I shake my head as Jillian just laughs, walking away from us toward the stairs.

My parents don’t stay long, and when I walk up the steps twenty minutes later, I can hear Jillian’s voice. “And that’s when I met your dad,” she says as I lean against the doorway. “He was not my blind date.” She tells him our story every single day, and all he does is look at her with bright eyes as if he is taking it all in. She looks up and sees me, her face filling with a smile. “It was only one little mistake.”

“Nah,” I say. Going to her, I crouch down in front of her and look at my son and then back up at her. “It was something so irresistible.”


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