Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 82472 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82472 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Her head flies back as she laughs at that question. “Who is Kaleigh? That’s a loaded question.” She tilts her head. “I’m an aunt.” She turns around, grabbing her wine glass. “I run my own yoga studio. Saved up all my babysitting money since I was thirteen.” She laughs. “Okay, and my parents gave me the down payment, but I have paid them back in full.” She drinks another sip.
“It’s funny that you said you’re an aunt first, a maternal instinct.”
I pick up the bottle of wine that I brought with me, pouring her some more wine.
“Best thing to happen to me was becoming an aunt.” She smiles when she talks about them. “I mean, minus the fact that their father deserves to have chaffing balls syndrome. Or like a constant case of hemorrhoids, bleeding and raw.”
“Wow, that bad?” I ask, grabbing my own glass of wine.
“When you promise to love someone forever, it should be forever. It’s not till someone pays more attention to me.” She shrugs her shoulders. “It’s why I will never get married. Why I will never put myself out there.” Her smile gets softer. She puts her glass on the table and lays her head down on her arm. “There is no such thing as fairy tales, Noah, no Prince Charming.” Her eyes close a little bit. Her eyelids seem so heavy.
I nod, palming her cheek in my hand. “Rest for a bit. I’ll wake you when the pizza gets here,” I tell her as she brings her knees up and lies in a fetal position.
I get up, walking to one of the benches that doubles as storage.
I take a cover out, going over to her and placing it over her. The doorbell rings, so I run inside to pay the delivery boy. Walking back to the oven, I place the pizza on the counter. I clean up the food on the table, picking up a plate and smelling it again. Grimacing, I toss it all in the garbage. I place a couple of pieces of pizza on each plate, bringing it outside. I walk to the lounger and I’m about to yell out that I’m back, but her eyes are still closed. I balance the plates, getting on the lounger with her. I try not to make too much movements so I don’t disturb her. Once I sit with my back against the pillow, I fold the pizza, taking a bite. I moan out as soon as my tongue tastes the sauce, then the meat, then the cheese. Fuck, it’s the best thing I think I’ve ever eaten. Okay, maybe not but after that squeaky fake meat, this is pretty fucking high up there.
After I finish eating my two slices, I go inside to grab my iPad. Might as well work. Bringing it to the lounger with me, I settle next to Kaleigh. Her hair is now fanning the pillow, so I take the iPad and take a picture of her. She looks like an angel, like a devilish angel. I smile, opening up my emails and reading through some contracts that need to be presented to Sal. I don’t know how long I’ve been working when I hear stirring next to me.
“What time is it?” she asks, stretching her arms above her head, and her back arches.
“Almost ten p.m.” I put my iPad on the side table, turning around to scoot down and grab her around her waist, bringing her closer to me. Her hands automatically wrap around me. “You missed pizza.” I kiss her lips while she flings her leg up over my hip, my cock positioning right inside of her pussy. The heat radiates through my pants, my cock suddenly ready to party.
“I must have been more tired than I thought I was,” she says, pressing into me. “Well, hello there, little man.” She laughs out while my face dives into her neck.
“Little man?” My eyebrows pinch together. “I’ll show you little man.” I roll her on her back, her legs spreading and then locking at the ankles and resting in the middle of my back. “He’s more than a little man. He’s like a big blue whale penis.” I lean down to kiss her, grinding into her as my tongue invades her mouth. My tongue takes control of this kiss.
Her hands go from around my neck, over my shoulders, down my arms, and up my chest before she breaks the kiss. “I really, really wish I didn’t have a rule.”
My arms hold me up. “What rule?”
“I don’t sleep with the same person twice.”
“Why in the hell would you make that rule?” I ask her.
“It’s just easier for everyone and no one gets hurt. No shaded area. And everyone is none the wiser and no ill feelings. It’s like peace and love sort of, kind of, you know.”