Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 73383 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73383 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
“You have to understand,” I murmured. “In high school, Hannibal, Ellie, and I were a package deal. Where I went, they went. We were The Three Musketeers, and we did everything together.”
“That’s still not right.” She crossed her arms over her chest.
“No, maybe not,” I agreed. “But I didn’t do anything with Ellie, thankfully. She was never really mine,” I hesitated. “I never made her mine…do you understand?”
“You never made her yours,” she nodded her head. “Meaning you never fucked her.”
I nodded in agreement. “Right. I’m not proud of how I acted when I was younger, and maybe that’s why I acted the way I did, because I knew she wasn’t mine.”
“And your brother somehow did before he left and then felt obligated to marry her?” Sway guessed.
I grinned.
“My brother felt like shit…and still does. However, they’re not married.” I pointed out. “So don’t make him feel like it when you meet him. He’s a sensitive soul…once you get past the crusty exterior.”
“Are your brother and Ellie still together?” Sway asked.
I shook my head.
“They aren’t,” I grimaced. “After he left, he never came back. I think they still talk, but she wants to have the whole marriage, five point seven kids, and matching male and female Golden Retrievers. That’s never been his dream. They tried to give it a go, but the first time he wasn’t able to talk for six weeks, she called it off.”
“Five point seven kids?” she grinned, then shook her head, catching my teasing despite the tense conversation. “I couldn’t even imagine. If you were in the military, I might seriously be rethinking our relationship right now. The idea of anyone I care about putting their life on the line on a daily basis scares the absolute crap out of me.”
She lifted her hand that was resting between us up, and that’s when she touched my cock, halting all conversation.
I hissed when she came into contact with it, but I managed to hold onto my composure. Barely.
At least until she latched onto it with her hot little hand, rendering me unable to think clearly.
The next thing I knew, I had a lap full of willing woman, and I didn’t have one single thing to complain about.
“You wanna know something?” she breathed, her mouth only millimeters away from mine.
“What?” I growled, leaning forward a fraction of an inch until our lips were just barely touching.
She didn’t kiss me, and I didn’t kiss her.
Instead, I waited to see what she had to say, and she didn’t disappoint.
“I’d wait for you forever,” she whispered. “If you left, I’d be here, right where you left me, waiting for you to come back. Even if it killed me to do that.”
A smile kicked up the corner of my lips.
“Is that right?” I teased, latching onto her hips and pushing her down as I ground my hips up.
She gasped when the hard column of my cock came into contact with her pussy. Even covered with a thick towel it knew exactly where it wanted to go.
“Take this off,” she tugged on the towel.
She stood up when I couldn’t budge it between us, and I momentarily lost my train of thought when her pussy came to within a few inches of my face.
“Oh, God,” she inhaled, trying to insert some space between us, while I was wrapping my arms around her.
My hands at the backs of her thighs wouldn’t let her.
My first reaction to being so close to her was to inhale her scent. My nose traced down her abdomen, inhaling lightly.
There was a faint trace of the soap I’d used to wash her a few minutes before, but mostly it was just her mouthwatering aroma. All fucking her.
Stiffening my tongue, I found the top of her slit and pushed, letting my tongue slide down between the cleft.
“Sweet baby Jesus,” she whispered, her hands in my hair tightened to the point of pain.
I couldn’t reach much with the way she was standing, thighs slightly apart, but I could reach her clit.
I lowered my mouth and my tongue darted out to play with it, swirling around the tight bud while she squirmed against my face.
“Fuck!” she cried out. “Hancock! I’m close.”
I smiled against her mound, and in an act of devilishness, I moved my hands from the backs of her thighs to the bottom part of her ass.
The moment my thumbs came into contact with the lips of her sex, I could feel the wetness there, saturating her.
“You want to sit on my cock?” I asked her, widening her thighs with my hands until I could slip my two thumbs between the folds of her sex. “Or do you want me to fuck you with my thumbs,” I pushed both of them inside of her at once, causing her to squeal. “Until you come?”