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)
With one hand cupping the back of her neck, controlling the kiss, I slide the other between us. My thumb gently grazes her clit.
“M—Maverick,” she pants, pulling out of the kiss. She rests her forehead against mine.
“What’s up, angel?” I know exactly what’s up. She’s about to detonate, and I’m here for it. Her pussy is going crazy. I know she’s close.
“I—Th—That. Yes, that.” Her hot breath fans against my face, and I want to inhale every inch of her and what she’s willing to give me.
“You ready to come for me, Stel? Can you be quiet?”
“I—I don’t know if I can,” she admits.
“You need my hand?”
She nods, and I place my hand over her mouth. “Rock, baby. Whatever feels good to you, do it. Chase the fire.”
She bucks her hips. It’s an uncoordinated mess, but it’s doing it for her, because her pussy feels like a vise around my cock.
“There you go,” I praise. “Good girl.” I press my thumb a little harder, and she stills. Her scream is muffled by my hand. She pulls my hand from her mouth as she tries to catch her breath.
“You.”
“I’ll get mine. That was for you.”
“Now, Mav. I need it. I need to feel you. I—I need you to come.”
“Put your hand over your mouth,” I tell her.
“What? Why?”
“Just trust me.” She does as I say and covers her mouth with one hand while bracing the other on my shoulder. Gripping her hips, I flip us over to where I’m hovering over her. I brace my hands on either side of her head. “Ready?”
She nods, her hands still covering her mouth. I don’t hold back. I thrust in and out of her like my life depends on it. Over and over, my hips fall into hers as the friction builds between us with each thrust.
I’m close.
So. Fucking. Close.
“Touch yourself,” I tell her.
“What?”
“Rub on your clit, Stel. You’re going to come again. This time, we’re going to do it together.”
“Mav—”
“Come on, angel,” I coax. She does as I ask, and her back arches off the bed at the first touch. “Good fucking girl,” I grit. I keep fucking her, and I feel it the minute she detonates for the second time. I let go, losing myself inside her.
Once we’ve both caught our breath, I pull out, careful of the condom. “I’ll be right back. Don’t move.” I drop a kiss to her lips, because I need to, before climbing off the bed and rushing toward the bathroom. I take care of the condom and clean up before wetting a warm washcloth to help her do the same.
Back in the room, I climb back into bed. “Spread your legs, angel.”
“What? What are you doing?”
“Taking care of you.” She does as I ask, and I clean her up before tossing the cloth to the hamper. Reaching for the covers, I pull them around us.
“I should go to Merrick’s room,” she whispers. “I shouldn’t sleep here.”
“Stay anyway.” I hold her in my arms. “We’re just sleeping, Stel.”
“Naked.”
“What? Can friends not sleep naked?” I tease. She swats at my hand. “It’s fine, Stella. We’ll get dressed when Ada wakes up, and I’ll make you girls breakfast before you go home.” I expect her to argue, but to my surprise, she drops it. Good. I’m not ready to let her go just yet. Tonight was out of this world and unexpected. It’s a onetime thing. We can’t keep letting this happen, so I’m soaking up every ounce of her I can get. That includes holding her naked in my arms while we catch a few hours of sleep.
CHAPTER
SIXTEEN
Stella
“We’ll be back Sunday evening,” my grandma reminds me.
It’s only the tenth time—no exaggeration—she’s reminded me of when they’ll be home. I smile and nod every time. I love this woman. “I know, Grams. I hope you have a great time.”
They’re headed off to one of their weekend trips. This time, just two nights. I aspire to be them when I’m their age. So in love with the person you chose to spend your life with, and still taking weekend getaways. Taking the time to escape the hustle and bustle of life and owning their own business.
“Thank you, sweetie.” She leans in and kisses my cheek.
“Call us if you need us,” my grandpa says, pulling me into a hug.
I wrap my arms around him, hugging him back. “I’ll be fine, but I promise.” I step out of his embrace. “I’m taking Ada back to Sunflower Park for a picnic. I’ll send pictures.” I know that will make them feel better about leaving me here alone. Not that I mind. I’m saving as much money as I can to get a place on my own. Not that I don’t love living with them, but I want my own space. I want Ada to have her own room too. I’ve already decided that Willow River is our home. This place and the people who live here have embraced us, and I can’t imagine living anywhere else. I can’t imagine raising Ada and her growing up anywhere but here.