Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 31869 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31869 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
“Missed you too,” I whispered back, and when I met his eyes, I noted they were slightly hazy. “Are you a little drunk, husband?”
He waggled his brows. “A little drunk and a lot horny for my sexy wife.”
I snorted, but I also searched his slightly unsteady gaze in curiosity. Wes Lancaster was the type of man who liked to stay in control. At all times. So, it was a big rarity to see him tipsy. “So, you let loose tonight?”
“Yeah, well, it was more out of self-preservation since I got dragged to a fucking reunion. I’ve been trying to come home since four hours ago.”
I tapped his name tag. “Kurt Owens?”
“That’s me,” he answered with a lazy grin. “Not sure if you know this, but I was captain of the baseball team my senior year. Had one hell of an arm. Or so, that’s what every-fucking-one was telling me tonight.”
I giggled. “I had no idea you played baseball.”
“Yeah, you and me both,” he said and leaned forward to bury his face into my chest.
“You doing okay, Fred?” he asked there, startling me with the question so much that an unexpected knot of emotion crept into my throat. I didn’t want to get into the heavy stuff right now. I wanted to enjoy my drunk husband and forget about the rest.
“I’ll be doing much better once my hot husband carries me to our room and sets me on his cock.” I giggled at myself, a little embarrassed but a whole hell of a lot more excited at the fire now burning in Wes’s hooded eyes.
“God, Win. This little body of yours drives me crazy.”
When I didn’t respond, he jumped into action, sliding his arms beneath my ass and thighs and standing up. And while he kept me cuddled close to his body, he carried me down the hallway, past the bedroom where Lexi was sleeping, and he didn’t stop until we were in our guest bedroom and the door was locked behind us.
In two more strides, I was tossed onto the bed and my husband was standing above me, taking off his clothes in a rush.
First, his shirt.
Then, his shoes and socks.
Until finally, his jeans and boxer briefs were off his thighs and his glorious cock was bared and standing at attention.
Thick, hard, and perfect. I couldn’t stop myself from licking my lips.
“Can I have a little taste?” I asked him, and he let out a deep growl.
“Fuck yes, you can.”
Off the bed and on my knees, I took him into my mouth, and I felt instantly high off the way his body responded.
His hips jolted forward.
His hands gently caressed my hair.
A guttural moan escaped his lungs.
And his cock grew harder against my tongue.
God, my husband is sexy.
I ran the tip of my tongue along his length as I sucked him in and out of my mouth.
Over and over, I kept doing that until Wes couldn’t take it anymore.
“Fuck. I need to be inside you,” he said through a deep groan and reached down to lift me back onto the bed.
My clothes practically melted like butter in the heat of our exchange, sliding off onto the bed and, eventually, getting shoved to the floor. Wes moved onto the mattress and kneeled between my spread thighs. With his cock in his hand, he rubbed the tip against the spot where I already ached and throbbed.
My hips responded of their own accord, thrusting up toward him.
“You’re so fucking wet, Win.” Wes smirked down at me. “Do you want my cock?”
“Yes,” I whimpered.
“How bad?”
“Bad.”
He poised himself at my entrance, and slowly, he started to fill me up. And every inch deeper he got, the more pleasurable it became.
Hard cock pressed to the hilt, he slid his arms beneath my spread thighs, lifting them up, and forcing himself to go even deeper.
Holy hell. That’s good.
“You know what the great thing about having a little alcohol in my system is, Win?”
“What?” I questioned through a near-breathless whisper.
“I’m going to be able to fuck you for hours, baby. I’m talking hours.”
“You act like you’re some kind of two-pump chump,” I said through a half laugh, half moan. “You and I both know you’re definitely not.”
“Yeah, well, tonight, consider my already stellar stamina doubled.”
I swallowed hard. “Doubled?”
“And you know what double the stamina means, baby?” he questioned, and I shook my head. “It means double the orgasms for you.”
Oh yes, please.
“Where is everyone?” Remy asked as he walked into the kitchen.
“Well…” I turned around to rest a hip against the counter and met his eyes. “Wes, Kline, and Thatch took Lex and Ace to buy fireworks for tonight. Georgia is taking a nap with Julia, and Cassie decided to retreat to her room to do the same. According to her, you’re supposed to sleep when the baby sleeps even if it’s not your baby. And our lazy brothers are still asleep.”