Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 96978 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 485(@200wpm)___ 388(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96978 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 485(@200wpm)___ 388(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
“Hold on, baby.” I push her neck down, then swat one delicious cheek hard, the sting and warmth on my hand making me hiss.
“Fuck, that’s a good girl. You gonna be able to take my thick cock?”
“Yes…” She moans, wiggling her ass at me.
“You want another?” I demand, the right cheek already showing a nice red glow.
“Um…”
“I’ll take that as a yes.” Swatting the other side as we both groan, I grab her hips, and in one hard thrust I slam into her, deep. Her wet, slick core that instantly clamps on to my cock, forcing me to breathe through my nose.
“Fuck, so fucking good.” All thoughts but her tight pussy and the way it grips and squeezes my cock is the only thing I can think of as I start to rut in and out of her. Our bodies slap together as she’s chanting my name. I feel my erection grow thicker, and my leg muscles tighten as I grab ahold of her hair with one hand, and hold her hip with the other because Jesus, I’m balls deep inside her.
“Ammo!” she screams, and climaxes, and that’s it, I let go, exploding into a million pieces as I jerk, shooting my seed deep inside her.
“Fuck, I love you.” I smile as I let go of her hair as she lies limp, her face smashed on the back of the couch. I slowly pull out and drop down next to her and pull her on my lap. She instantly cuddles up into my arms, her nose going into my neck as she sighs happily.
And I just sit, stroking her hair, as her breathing subsides, holding her, knowing that I’ll never be happier than this.
Marveling at this peace, this sense of completeness that I have. Courtney is my life, my love for her so fierce, sometimes it actually scares me.
“So, now that we’re home, are we staying put, or you want Malcolm to add more dates?” My mouth is on her forehead as she cuddles deeper in my arms, I tighten them because I’m not a fool. Without this woman, my heart would cease to beat.
“Mmmm,” she mumbles and I grin.
“What was that?”
“I said no, no more dates.” She leans her head back to look at me.
“What else you got?” Her voice is gravelly, and I can’t help but kiss her ruby lips.
“Well…we do need to be in town next week for the filming on the Ethan Douglas show…” My voice drifts off as she smiles.
“Yeah, we definitely don’t want to miss that.”
I squeeze her again, causing her to squeal out.
“What?” She laughs, and my heart aches, I love her so much.
“You know what,” I growl.
“You have nothing to worry about, he’s so ugly.” She starts laughing again because Ethan is the opposite of ugly. The man’s basically become a rock star in the chef world, fucking dick even has tattoos.
“You’re not allowed at the taping,” I growl, as she just reaches up and starts kissing my face.
“Aww, is my big strong Marshall jealous?”
I ignore her, just smile, because as much as I like to pretend I’m jealous, I’m not. I know I have Courtney’s heart. It’s taken time, but our scars from the past have faded. Honestly, she just needed to forgive herself. Her guilt over Rachel and Gina fucked with her head, but she’s strong, and got through it.
Going through the trial helped. Having Rachel and Gina both found guilty and behind bars gave her peace. Jett made sure Rachel would be out of everyone’s lives for a very long time. He did follow through with his promise to Gina, and the prosecution gave her only eighteen months in prison. What she does after that doesn’t concern us.
What does, is the fact that I have my girl.
“And don’t forget we have Gia’s baby shower,” Courtney murmurs into my mouth as I smile and rub my nose back and forth on hers.
“Yeah, and we need to go to Vegas and get married,” I state like I’m just reading things off our to-do list.
She freezes, then hops out of my arms and sits back on her knees, and if I live to be a hundred, I’ll never forget how stunning she is right now, how beautiful she is in this very second.
“What did you just say?” Her breathing picks up as her golden eyes blink at me, like the deep gold from the middle of a honeycomb.
“You heard me.” My arms reach to brace on the back of the couch as she shakes her head, her long hair falling over each shoulder, covering her incredible breasts.
“We need to go to Vegas—”
Her voice getting louder, she practically yells, “Are you asking me to marry you?”
“Yep. You want me to rent out Tiffany’s so you can pick out any ring, in privacy?”
“Oh my God.” She covers her mouth with her hands as tears start to form in her eyes.