Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 37200 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 186(@200wpm)___ 149(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37200 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 186(@200wpm)___ 149(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
“I hope it was all good. Nessa has so much dirt on me, including pictures from our braces era, our awkward stage, and gosh, prom pictures. Though, it’s two-fold. I have the same of her. As for Parker, you’ve raised a great man for my best friend. Ezra, though, we may have to chat.” I wink at her. She chuckles, causing me to join in.
“Ha, ha. If I thought it was going to be pick on Ezra day, I wouldn’t have made a sudden stop here.” He pulls me closer to him, hand cupping my neck. His body dipping down, and I’m sure that my face is as red as a tomato. Which is saying something because I do not blush. That may change if he chooses to kiss me in front of his mom.
“You still would. We all know that would never stop you.” And it doesn’t seem to prevent Ezra from dipping his head. His lips are on mine, a lightness is surrounding us, and thankfully, there’s only a teasing of his tongue sliding along my lip before he moves back.
“True. Do you have time for lunch?” he asks. It’s then I notice that there’s a bag on the table.
“You know the way to my heart, Ezra. Is that Eatzy’s?” Nessa is obsessed with their Italian grinders, which in turn means I am as well.
“Yeah, Nessa was at the office, mentioned she was ordering it for her and Parker. Mom was there, and we decided to leave those two lovebirds alone.” He makes a gagging noise, like he hasn’t acted like a caveman in one form or the other.
“Oh, hush, Ezra. They’ve got to give me a grandbaby one of these days.” I smile. My best friend will make an amazing mom. As for me, I’d like to say the same could be said. It’s when that will happen is anyone’s guess. Right now, I’m in my business-woman stage and that blissful-girlfriend stage as well, it would seem.
“Better Parker than me,” Ezra says. Krista blows out a breath and rolls her eyes.
“I’m starving. Italian grinder?” I ask.
“Of course, with extra tomatoes,” Ezra responds. We all work together to push two tables together, since they’re on the smaller side and there’s no way three adults could sit at one without knocking elbows, making a mess out of the place with all of the condiments.
“You’re the best ever.” I kiss his cheek before I sit down in my seat that he’s holding for me. He does the same for his mom, showing off his ever-present manners that I know without a doubt came from Krista.
“So, tell me about yourself,” Krista asks. We have lunch before the crowds come back in, and I tell her about the coffee shop, how I’m hopeful to make it my own, and all the changes I’d like. Krista adds some good ideas that I jot down in my notes on my phone to add to my boards when I get back home. I had no idea this is what I needed—hearing Ezra putting a name to our relationship, meeting his mom, and watching the two of them interact with one another. It’s also clear that while Ezra may have been adopted, he’s Krista’s doppelgänger in the personality department.
SEVENTEEN
Ezra
“I’ve been waiting all damn day to have you to myself,” I tell Millie once were in my bedroom, clothes off, my back to the headboard. I’ve got my hand on my cock, jacking it as I watch her crawl from the foot of the bed toward me, tits bouncing with each movement, hair down in a tumble of waves, and eyes heated with desire.
“And what are you going to do to me now that you have me?” The closer she gets, the more I’m itching to take control, and I would if she didn’t dip her head for her tongue to meet the head of my cock, licking up the cum leaking from me. There’s also the fact there’s nothing better than having her ride me, and that’s exactly what’s going to happen tonight.
“Christ, sunshine, take my cock.” My hands cup the sides of her head, allowing her to take the lead. My body, though, fuck, it has a mind of its own. My hips lift up, but since Millie is teasing me, she only takes the head, then hollows her cheeks, hands on either side of me as she holds herself steady.
“Hmm,” she moans, taking another inch. The slick, velvet feel of her mouth does nothing to help hold back.
“You ready for more, Millie,” I urge her. Holding back isn’t happening, not now, and not fucking ever when it comes to Millicent sucking my cock. Wetness and heat surround me. A nod is all it takes for me to guide her down the length of my dick. Her eyes are watering already, the mascara she’s wearing is coated beneath her eyes, and I’m not even all the way down her throat.