Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 114192 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 571(@200wpm)___ 457(@250wpm)___ 381(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114192 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 571(@200wpm)___ 457(@250wpm)___ 381(@300wpm)
Her voice is tight with emotion and she does that thing where her fingers twine at the ends of her hair. I’m quick to reach out to her, taking her hand in mine.
My mother leans back to look Magnolia over. Pride fills her eyes, and a kind of awe. I know that feeling. It’s how I feel when I look at Magnolia. “You raised her on your own?”
“Oh, no.” Magnolia shakes her head. She won’t deny her history. Everything that has to do with Bridget is special and irrefutable. Even I can see that. “I had help.”
Mom glances at me. “It’s not the same as having a partner,” she says.
Magnolia’s eyes glisten. “No,” she whispers. “It’s not.”
“Oh, come here.” My mom brings her in for another big, long hug. “You did a fantastic job, honey. I’m so honored to meet you.”
My mother’s a lot to handle, but it turns out Magnolia is damn good at handling it all.
Bridget and my mom hit it off. Each of them were happy to have each other. I’m not sure how much Bridget really understands, but she’s happy. That’s what matters.
Time flies by far too quickly and all too soon, it’s both Bridget’s bedtime and my mother has to leave for the airport. She contemplated staying longer, but thank God she decides not to cancel her flight. I love my mom, but I want a little time alone to adjust to all of this.
“I’m sorry it went by so fast,” Magnolia says as the taxi pulls up.
“We’ve got time,” my mom tells her. “We’ve got plenty of time. Don’t you worry. We’ve got time.”
It feels so damn good to hear her say that.
It’s me and Magnolia on the porch, watching her ride drive away. Both her hands wrap around mine and her soft body leans into me when the lights from the taxi fade into the distance.
“I loved today,” she whispers and lets out a soft sigh.
I lean down to kiss her at the same time she tilts her head up to kiss me. The second the front door closes, my patience runs out.
I knead my hands on Magnolia’s body and capture her lips with mine. She gasps a little as I push her back against the door and skim one hand up the side of her neck. “Brody,” she whispers, not hiding either the lust or the shock.
“Damn. Say that again.”
“Brody.”
I’ve never hurried so fast in my life as I do on the way back to her bedroom. Magnolia kicks the door shut softly and strips her shirt over her head, wriggling out of her leggings while I undo my pants. Her eyes stay on me the whole time.
My pants hit the floor, and she’s on me. Pushing me back onto her bed, she climbs over me and buries her face into my neck, leaving a trail of kisses.
“Fuck,” I groan, loving how she takes control. It feels like heaven to have her luscious body pressed against me. As she moves against me, her pebbled nipples tease my chest. I thread my hand through her hair and pull her face in close to nip her lower lip. I’m never going to stop kissing her. Not until the last breath leaves my body.
Placing a hand between her legs, I feel how ready she is for me. The whimper that slips from her lips is addictive. She needs this as much as I do. Magnolia makes a soft sound in the back of her throat when I push two fingers inside her.
She grinds herself on my palm, eager and needy. It’s a gorgeous sight. Her lips are parted from her heavy breathing, her eyes half-shut and her chest flushed.
I’d stay here all day. I’d stay here forever, if that was on the table.
But it’s not. We’re short on time for the sweetest possible reason. I line myself up with her hot entrance and slowly guide her hips down on my length. Magnolia’s muscles flutter around me as her eyes close. Her breathing pauses and I wait a moment, letting her adjust. With both hands on my shoulders, her nails dig into my skin. I lean up to kiss her, deep and full of the longing I have for her.
Slowly she picks up the pace, and with each downward movement, it takes everything in me not to thrust upward.
She’s the sight of perfection, riding me like this. Her hands move against my chest as tempting, low sounds escape her. As she gets closer to her climax, her pussy tightening around me, I’m all too glad to take over. I’d do anything for her. In one swift move, I turn us both over, forcing her onto her back and take her mouth with mine.
Every muscle in my body works for her. I want Magnolia to know how much I love her and how much I need her and how much she’s mine. I show her that with every thrust of my hips, making sure to build her pleasure as she tightens around me. Magnolia is going to wring the orgasm right out of me, but first—