Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 72122 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72122 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Big Papa was like a sexy, older teddy bear. He was a really good friend who I could talk to about pretty much anything.
“That’s just wrong,” Truth muttered, holding the bike seat above his head and inspecting it. “This detail work is amazing.”
It was.
The upholsterer was amazing, and I was contemplating stealing Truth’s other bike seat so I could do it all over again.
“Kind of presumptuous of you, though, to get the back seat done, too.”
I grinned.
“Yeah,” I said. “But I figured why not.”
He snorted and set the seat down on the bed, right on top of my white halter top, and I rolled my eyes.
“Looks good, baby.”
I looked down at the seat where he was fingering the lettering.
His seat said ‘Mr. Truth’ while mine said, ‘Mrs. Truth.’
The rest of it was decorated with words. My words to Truth.
I wasn’t sure he was going to like them at first. I was convinced that he would be mad that I desecrated his property, but he seemed genuinely happy that I’d done it.
“The bike seat or my outfit?” I teased.
He didn’t look up from the seat.
He was still reading the words.
I love you. I love your face. I love the way your beard makes me shiver. I love the pretty words that come out of your mouth when you’re trying to make me laugh. One day, we’re going to part, and the only thing I want you to remember when I’m no longer of this Earth is that not a day went by that I didn’t thank my lucky stars for you.
It was simple. Sweet. And just so happened to also have been our wedding vows.
Something that I’d only figured out after I’d called the chapel for more photos from our wedding. Apparently, at the time, drunk me only thought that one 8x10 would be enough.
It wasn’t.
First, because my GG wanted one for her shop and for her house. Also because I wanted one in every single room of our home, something that Truth was still coming to terms with.
Then, with unrushed movements, he placed the bike seat carefully down on the bed, walked over to me, and placed both of his big hands on my face.
Gently, oh so fucking gently, he brought my face to his, and kissed me.
It was sweet.
But, just as suddenly, it wasn’t sweet anymore.
Ever since I’d almost died, everything Truth did was with every bit of effort he could muster.
His kisses were deeper. His hugs were just a little bit longer, a little bit tighter. The sex…well I couldn’t complain there. Everything was more intense, the feelings, the way he held me afterward.
So yeah, me almost getting killed twice in one day was bad, but I couldn’t say I was completely dissatisfied with the after-effects.
Unfortunately, I could tell that Truth was still haunted about it, though.
But right now, with his lips on mine, his hand snaking down to part my folds, he didn’t seem haunted at all.
In fact, he seemed focused on his goal.
His goal being my orgasm.
Something he accomplished seconds later as he dipped his fingers into the back of my pants, and thrust two fingers deep into my pussy.
“Ohhh,” I breathed.
My eyes closed as he started to suck on my neck, coaxing my orgasm to the surface.
I arched, rubbing my aching nipples against his chest.
The rasp of my lace bra dragging along the hard plane of his chest had a moan leeching out of my throat.
My eyes crossed, and I yanked his beard down, bringing the rest of his face with it, and slammed my lips against his own.
“Fuck,” he growled against my lips. “You want me, baby?”
Of course I wanted him. What kind of a stupid question was that?
I nodded anyway, though, just in case he needed the encouragement.
He grinned his Cheshire cat grin, showing me his teeth, and then reared up off of me—all the while being careful of my belly as he moved.
Our clothes were discarded. The bed was raked clean of the rest of my clothing, which likely were going to need to be vacuumed or lint rolled from all of the cat hair.
Then he was maneuvering me onto my side, and crawling into the bed behind me.
He brought his hand to the back of my thigh and lifted it, scooting even closer and allowing his hardened cock to drag deliciously through the lips of my sex.
I bit my lip, my head going back, and moaned—long and loud.
I reached down between my legs and captured his hard cock, squeezing the tip lightly as I lined him up with my entrance.
The moment he felt himself positioned, he gave a loud grunt and thrust inside of me.
He didn’t fit.
At least not yet, anyway.
So he had to play with my clit, coaxing my body to produce more wetness to ease his way inside.
Luckily, he didn’t have to do much more than look pretty, because the moment his rough fingers found my clit, I started to be pulled under.