Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 51530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 258(@200wpm)___ 206(@250wpm)___ 172(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 258(@200wpm)___ 206(@250wpm)___ 172(@300wpm)
Ford
I’m sitting in Lilian’s driveway hoping that I’m doing the right thing. I gather the bags from the passenger seat and make my way up the front steps of her porch. It’s been two days of back-to-back meetings and then in the evenings I’ve been busy with Ollie. Finally, I’d had enough. I asked my brother Austin to watch Ollie, and I grabbed food from Red’s Diner.
I ring the doorbell and wait.
Lily comes to the door and looks at me in surprise. “Ford? What are you doing here?”
She at least looks happy to see me. “Well, I thought we could have a date tonight.” I hold up the bag of food.
She points at it and crosses her arms. “By any chance is there apple cinnamon Blaze cake in there?”
I nod knowingly. Red’s Diner uses our branded cinnamon whiskey to make this cake, and it’s award winning. “Of course. I knew I had a better chance of you letting me in if I brought it.”
She reaches for the bag, and I jerk it away from her with a laugh. “Nice try. I’m not a fool. You letting me in?”
She moves to the side and waves for me to go in. “Come on.”
I kiss her as I walk in. It’s been too long since I’ve touched her, and that’s the first thing I wanted to do.
I force myself to let go and move into her house. I lead us into the kitchen and start unloading the food I brought. I put the burgers and fries on the plates she brings to set on the counter.
“Mmmm,” she says as she looks at the pile of the food.
“I was hoping you hadn’t eaten yet.”
She gives me a look full of lust and winks at me. “I’m starving, but you can help me with that later.”
I grab on to her wrist before she picks up her plate. “I can help you with that now.”
She doesn’t seem unhappy about it so I lift her up and set it her on the counter. She shrieks and giggles as I move between her legs. “Ford, we don’t want our food to get cold.”
I clench my hand on to her waist. “I don’t need food. I need you.”
She lifts a French fry off her plate and holds it to my lips. “Food. Real food, Ford. I need sustenance.”
I wrap my hand around hers and put the fry in her mouth and then I lean in to kiss her neck. “You can have your dinner, and I’ll have mine.”
Her hands run up and down my chest, and she groans. “Ford, are you going to be mad if you have to eat a cold burger?”
I suckle her breast through her thin T-shirt. “Do I get to eat you instead?”
She lifts her shirt up, and I move back to let it pass. As soon as she has it off, I’m latched on to her. She pushes her hands through my hair, holding me to her breast. “I’m not going to tell you no.”
I push her backwards, and she lifts her hips so I can shimmy her shorts down her legs. I’ve been here less than five minutes, and I already have her naked and ready for me. I feast on her as her moans fill the air.
I love hearing her cry out my name, and I drag it on, bringing her to the edge, letting up and then bringing her further the next time. She puts her hand at the back of my head, gripping my hair. “Please, Ford. I need to come.”
I want her to know that I’ll always give her what she wants. I suckle her clit, and her hips gyrate as her body is pulled taut in an orgasm. I don’t let up, letting her ride it out until she’s breathless and lying limply across the kitchen counter. I’m smiling when I tug her to sit up.
She looks at me through hooded eyes, and I lift a French fry to her lips. She takes it and chews slowly. She’s watching me and she leans down, picking up the hamburger and holding it up to me. “We going to feed each other now?”
She blushes. “I figure it’s the least I can do after that.”
I laugh and take a bite of the food she’s holding in my face. She sits naked on the counter, and we take turns feeding each other.
We eat most of our burgers and some of our fries before she looks down at herself. “I should probably get dressed.”
I pull at the T-shirt in her hands. “Nah, I like you naked.”
She pushes off the counter, confident in her own skin, grabs the two pieces of cake and two forks, and sashays away from me. “Want to lie in bed and eat cake?”
I follow behind her and watch as she sets the cake on the nightstand, pulls the cover back, and gets into bed. “You coming?”