Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23614 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23614 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Both Ed and Dane grin, their blue eyes flashing.
“Yeah, that’s where things start getting hairy,” Dane drawls. “Brad seems to have a young girl staying with him. A woman named Chrissy, who’s his ex’s daughter. I have no idea why she’s currently living under his roof, but I’m sure there’s a reason for it. Nonetheless, I think we all know who this particular moving sex doll is.”
I gasp, my eyes wide.
“Brad has been having sex with his ex’s daughter? How old is she? And who does that?”
Dane shrugs, unbothered.
“Hey, we shouldn’t judge because a lot of people would be shocked at our relationships. After all, we’re forty five year old men, and you’re innocent young girls. Now, you’re knocked-up brides, and I’m sure a lot of people would have words about that.”
“Yeah, but we don’t care about them,” Kimber says smartly. “This is my second child! I’ve already been around the block!”
“Exactly,” Ed winks at my pretty friend. “Why let the opinion of strangers ruin your wedding day? You’re the only one who matters to me sweetheart.”
Then, my dad leans forward to kiss Kimber, as Dane leans forward to seize my lips with his own. My fiancé’s kiss is gentle yet punishing, passionate yet sensitive at once. I wind my arms around his neck while mewling into his mouth, even as my father and Kimber’s embrace grows heated as well.
“Alright, we’ve got to stop,” Ed rasps, breaking away from his bride for a moment. “We need to get these girls married.”
“That we do,” Dane rasps, his blue eyes dark with arousal as he takes in my flushed cheeks and heaving bosom. “The sooner the better because I adore you, Jamie Ventura.”
“I adore you too, Dane Kenneally,” I whisper to him, looking up into that clear blue gaze. “And I can’t wait to become Mrs. Jamie Kenneally.”
My fiancé rumbles his pleasure then, his voice full of promises. After all, maybe our union was unexpected. Maybe he was never supposed to put cream in my coffee, when actually, I like it black. But with practice and acceptance, you can learn to like anything, and going forwards … maybe Dane will even put some cream in my champagne!
THE END