Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 78542 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78542 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
I stand still, waiting for her to take them back, but she doesn’t. Instead, she turns on her heel and makes her way to my room. “Your momma, she’s something else,” I whisper to the sleeping baby girl in my arms. I walk back to the front door, making sure that it’s locked before turning off the lamp I switched on when we walked in. Slowly, I make my way down the hall to my bedroom door. I push it open to find Stella already in bed under the covers.
My cock stirs.
Fuck me. She’s my friend, dammit. I need to forget about how tight her pussy gripped my fingers and how sweet her lips taste pressed against mine.
I. Need. To. Forget.
“Did you find something to sleep in?” I ask her.
“Yeah. I stole a T-shirt from the basket of folded laundry.”
Walking to the side of the bed she’s lying on, the side where the Pack ’N Play is, I sit on the edge of the bed. “Thought you might want to say goodnight,” I tell her.
She sits up and leans in to kiss Ada’s cheek. “Night, sweet girl,” she whispers. Her eyes meet mine, and it takes all I have not to lean in and kiss her. “Thank you, Maverick.”
“I got you, Stel.” I glance down at Ada. “Both of you.” Standing, I lay Ada down, making sure her ladybug is within reach. “I’m going to go change.” I grab some basketball shorts. I usually sleep in just my boxer briefs, but I can’t do that sleeping in the same bed with her. Hell, I’m tempted to just sleep in Merrick’s room, anyway. I’ll wait until she’s asleep and slip out of the room.
My friend is sexy and alluring. I know she’s off limits, but my body still responds to her. I’m a man, and she’s dream girl material. Of course I’m going to respond to her. If she were anyone else, I’d have already turned on the charm.
When I step back into the room, I toss my dirty clothes into the hamper and slide under the covers. Before I can think better of it, I lean over and kiss her shoulder. “Night, Stel.”
“Night, Mav.”
Moving back to my side, I stare up at the dark ceiling. This is a king-sized bed, but it might as well be a twin. I’ll never be able to fall asleep knowing she’s lying next to me. I’ve never let a woman in my bed. Stella is the first. That’s because she’s different. We’re friends. She’s not just some girl. She’s so much more.
I don’t know how much time passes. I’m certain Stella is asleep. I need to get up and go to Merrick’s room, but for some reason, I can’t seem to make myself leave. The bed moves, and the next thing I know, Stella is snuggled up to me. Her head is resting on my chest, and her palm on my abs.
Lifting my hand, I run my fingers through her hair. “Stel?” I whisper. She doesn’t reply, which means she’s asleep. I should have left when I had the chance. I could still, but I won’t. Show me a man who has a beautiful woman snuggled up to him and wants to get away from her. Not me. Not when the woman is Stella, my sweet, sexy angel.
Now, I’m certain I’ll not be getting any sleep. I close my eyes and try to will myself to slip off into a slumber. My body relaxes into the mattress, and I think maybe I can fall asleep. That is until Stella’s hand starts to roam. My eyes pop open. My body is frozen still as her hand trails down to my cock.
“Stel,” I croak out her name.
She tosses her leg over mine. Her knee brushes against my cock. My cock that’s rock hard for my best friend. I’m probably going to hell for this, but fuck me, I only have so much willpower.
“Stella,” I repeat, this time a little louder. I don’t want to wake Ada, but her momma, on the other hand, needs to open her eyes. She needs to stop this before we can’t.
I tap her shoulder, and her body jolts. Her hand freezes. I’m sure she’s embarrassed. Not that she needs to be. If our situation were different, I’d be pinning her to the mattress. “I can’t help it,” I say in regard to my hard cock. “You’re beautiful, Stel.”
She lifts her head just slightly to look my way. There’s just enough light flowing through the blinds of the bedroom window to see she’s wide awake, staring at me, with her hand on my hard cock.
“We could pretend again,” she whispers.
“Pretend what, angel?” I know damn well what she’s talking about, but I need to hear the words flow from those soft, delicious lips of hers.