Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 140184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 701(@200wpm)___ 561(@250wpm)___ 467(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 140184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 701(@200wpm)___ 561(@250wpm)___ 467(@300wpm)
But he’s not hurt. He touches me, caressing and teasing me as my body writhes beneath Jonathan’s ministrations. I want Milo to fuck me more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life. I’ve been so sick with fear that I ruined any chance of that ever happening since last night, but I feel free of that fear right now. He still loves me, and he still wants me, and he’s not mad at me. He thinks I’m beautiful and perfect, even though I know I’m not.
I love him so much.
I don’t tell him that now as I writhe and twist on his lap while his son feasts on my pussy. I’d do anything for him, and this makes me feel like he’d do anything for me, too.
When I come again, the orgasm is even more intense and shudders through my whole body. Milo holds me close, petting me and watching me with a hot, appreciative gaze as I recover from all that stimulation.
Bone deep vulnerability washes over me in the aftermath. I look up at him, stripped completely bare.
He could cripple me with a single second of coldness, but he’s all warmth and love, bending to kiss me, caressing my face, and bathing me in unconditional acceptance. I nuzzle close, but I can’t get close enough to him.
Jonathan moves from between my legs and sits back down on the couch. My bones have melted, but he moves me, repositioning me so that my legs are draped across his lap. He grabs a white blanket off the back of the couch and drapes it over me, then I lie there across both their laps, Milo still playing with my hair.
Sheer bliss envelops me and my eyes drift closed.
When my eyes open again, the room is dark. The TV has been turned off. I guess I fell asleep, but I felt so boneless and satisfied, it would have been impossible not to.
“Come on, baby,” Milo murmurs, touching my shoulder gently. “Let’s go to bed.”
I sit up with some effort, still bleary. I’m still naked, but no one else is down here, so I don’t bother getting dressed, I just ignore the chill in the air and follow him upstairs.
I pop in the bathroom to pee first, then we quickly brush our teeth. When we climb into bed, I forget how anxious I’ve been about this all day and curl up beside him.
A small part of me wants to get even closer. To slide my hand down and play with his cock until he’s hot and hard and he has to have me.
But I don’t know if he would, and I don’t want to risk ruining this perfect night.
I’m still relaxed and sleepy, anyway, so as soon as his strong arm locks around me, I close my eyes and drift right back to sleep.
Chapter twenty-four
Kennedy
Sunshine through the window wakes me up.
I’m in bed alone, and I don’t want to be.
I reach for my phone to check the time on instinct, but then I remember I don’t have a phone anymore, so I roll back over.
I have to work today and I have no clue how late I’ve slept, so I don’t dawdle in bed.
I don’t want to waste much time, and the whole house has seen me looking a total hot mess at this point, so I’m not too worried about my frizzy hair or puffy face. I splash some cold water on my face and brush my teeth, then I grab my robe and put it on.
I didn’t want to touch it yesterday, but it doesn’t feel as much like an accomplice in ruining my life today. It’s just a soft, pretty scrap of silk that feels good against my skin.
All the guys are in the kitchen, the three of them sitting at the island.
Jet is in the middle hunched over and peering intently at something on his open laptop.
Milo is on one end drinking a cup of coffee and looking fine as hell, if I do say so myself.
Jonathan is at the other end in his workout clothes, but it appears he went for a run by himself today because Milo is still wearing sleep clothes.
I feel so happy just seeing him, but my heart has doubts.
Last night was incredible, but it feels even crazier now that I’ve slept on it. Milo doesn’t strike me as a man willing to share his woman, but… I guess I’m not his woman right now.
Am I?
I don’t know.
Probably not, but I don’t let it get me down. It’s my own fault, and he said everything I had before was just on pause, so I believe we’ll get to the end together somehow. If he wants to play with me in the meantime, he’s more than welcome to.
“Good morning, boys,” I say cheerfully.
Milo looks up and I feel his gaze first, of course. Contentment flickers through his ice-blue gaze as he watches me walk through his kitchen. “Good morning.”