Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 104147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 521(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 521(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
His breath mingled with hers as he said, “I’m glad you like it.”
“I don’t like it, Greer. I love it.” Even with him bent down, she had to rise up on her tiptoes to kiss him the way she wanted to.
Holly wanted to capture the beauty of the garden he had created in their kiss, so he could experience the same sense of awe and love she was feeling. Then she realized it was useless. She couldn’t recreate perfection in a single kiss. It was going to take more than that.
Pulling back enough to stare into his eyes, she planted a tender kiss on the tip of his nose that she didn’t know how many times had been broken. Then she kissed the tiny cleft on his chin before sliding her lips down his throat to kiss its base.
Concentrating on the buttons of his shirt, she slowly unbuttoned it, then placed tiny kisses on his skin as it became exposed.
“I’m not afraid of anything anymore.”
“I sure as hell hope not,” he groaned out as she went to her knees. “What do you have to be afraid of?”
She deliberately started unbuckling his belt then unsnapped his jeans before lowering his zipper. “Girls who drive big trucks.”
“Woman, you have something better than a big truck.”
She pulled his cock out of his jeans, brushing a delicate kiss on the tip. “Like what?” She blew on the tip, watching his cock grow longer and hard.
“A size triple-D.”
Sucking the head into her mouth, she playfully nipped the flesh that was straining toward her.
“Woman, what are you doing?” Greer grunted, bringing his hands to her shoulders to pull her closer to his aching groin.
Letting his cock slip out of her mouth, she rubbed her cheek against the stalk of his cock. “Making love to my man.”
He laced his fingers through her hair, tugging her mouth to where he wanted it. “We need to figure out where we’re going to put the chairs for the guests.”
“They can stand.”
“Where do you want the do-hickey thing where the preacher is going to stand?”
Holly lifted her head. “Do you mean an arbor?”
“That isn’t what Wade from the rental store called it, but we’ll go with that. Where you want it?”
Holly had to think for a second, not about where it should go, but what Greer was talking about. Then it dawned on her. “Did you mean a pergola?”
“That’s it. Where you want it?”
“I don’t. Lucky can stand by the oak tree. After the ceremony, I want to scratch our initials on it.”
“Sutton may not like that. It’s her and Tate’s tree.
“She can share.” She lowered her mouth back to his cock, trying to give him a mind numbing …
“Where you want—”
“Greer, you’re making it hard for me to give you a good blowjob. If you don’t want—”
“Didn’t say I didn’t want it,” Greer grumbled.
Frustrated, Holly sat back on her heels.
“Just want something else?”
“What do you want?”
She started to get off her knees when she found herself falling back into the daisies, staring up into Greer’s formidable face.
“I want you.” She raised her open arms, and he sank down on her, crushing the flowers into a bed at her back.
“I love you, woman. Don’t you ever fucking doubt that. No woman could steal me away from you.”
“Not even Jo?” Running her fingers through Greer’s hair, she luxuriated in the feel of his mouth burrowing between her breasts.
“I didn’t even try.”
“But …”
When he shook his head, she forgot what she was about to say. She couldn’t believe that she had thought about getting a breast reduction.
He sensually pulled up her tight shirt that Diamond had bought for her for her bridal shower. Sutton had talked her into wearing it today, saying it would be the last time she would be able to wear it.
“Thank you, God,” Greer exclaimed, sucking a part of her breast into his mouth. “You might as well cut off my dick if you hurt one thing on these beauties.”
“You’re a man.”
Greer’s cock prodded the crotch of her jeans. “Thank God.”
“Quit saying that. It’s irreverence.”
“How? God created man and woman. Don’t blame me if I’m appreciating His work. And believe me, those tits of yours are mine. My mama told me it was bad manners not to thank someone, and God gave them all for me.”
The joy of him saying they were all his took away all ill-feelings she had for those ugly, degrading boys who had started saying that to her since she had reached puberty. He had taught her not to be embarrassed or try to camouflage the size of them but to enjoy the pleasure they gave Greer and her.
He raised up, removing her shoes and jeans and taking off her bunched-up T-shirt.
“You’re so beautiful, just like I thought you would be.”
His soul-stealing statement had her lifting her lashes. His cock was hard and ready.