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)
“This, I can do.” He taps his chin, thinking. “I’m going to woo the fuck out of her.”
He rushes out of the office while I laugh and follow him, stopping in front of his assistant’s desk. “Don’t make plans for him. He is going to woo.” I wink and walk away.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Kaleigh
The alarm buzzes and my eyes slowly open, taking in the light coming in from outside. “Noah.” I slap his arm while he mumbles in his sleep. It’s been over two weeks since he said bring everything. I haven’t actually brought everything, but I might as well. I never go home anymore. I mean, I go home to get the kids off the bus, but come dinner time I’m out and here. I keep waiting for him to get over us. But it is just the opposite. We’ve gotten into this routine and it’s not even an effort. It’s just natural. Like we have always been doing it.
“Noah.” I slap him again as he lifts his head from the pillow, then slams his hand down on the phone to stop the alarm. He then rolls into me, spooning me, his morning wood wishing me good morning also.
His hand comes up to cup my breast.
“They are so sore,” I say as he rolls my nipples, making me arch my back. “I think it was all the nibbling you were doing on them.”
“It’s not my fault you put them in my face,” he says into my neck, giving me soft kisses.
“I was watching television. How were they in your face?” I smile as I place my hand on his.
“But then you straddled me, putting them in my face.”
“You yanked me onto you and said ride ’em, cowgirl.”
“Which you did, putting them in my face,” he says, moving a little bit so his cock can squeeze into me. “Let me put just the tip in.”
I laugh, opening my legs and giving him access. “Just the tip my ass,” I say as he puts in the tip, then the shaft, and then he’s buried completely. We both moan out, not saying a word as he fucks me from behind slowly, his hands playing with my nipples as I play with my clit.
“Hmm,” he moans from behind me. “Fuck, you’re so wet.”
My eyes close as I take in the feeling of him all in me, around me. My senses are on overload this morning. “I’m going to cum,” I say as I feel it in my tits, my stomach, and my clit. It’s all too much, so I let go, pulsing around him, once, twice, three time till he plants himself in me to the hilt and I feel him cum in me.
“Well, that was a great good morning,” he says after a couple of minutes when I move away, having him slip out of me. “What time do we have to be at your sister’s?” he asks me as I walk to the bathroom.
“She said lunch, so noonish.” I stop walking. “Fuck, I feel queasy this morning.”
“Again?” Noah says, getting out of bed, coming to me. “It’s that bug you had.”
I look at myself in the mirror. “I’m so pale.”
“You’re beautiful,” he says, wrapping his arms around my waist, smiling. “So beautiful.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” I say and start to get ready for lunch.
When we pull up to the house a couple of hours later, my stomach is rumbling again. “I think I’m going to yak,” I say, getting out and walking into the house.
“Well, you threw up most of the night, so I don’t think there is anything left inside you,” Noah says, getting out of the car and walking with me.
“Are you okay?” Lauren asks me as soon as I walk in. She is busy preparing the roast and the sight of raw meat makes me even more sick.
“I just feel tired, and I think I caught a bug.” I sit on the stool at the counter.
I take in the change in Lauren, the happiness in her eyes, the freshly fucked cheeks.
“She was up all night barfing. You know it’s love when you get someone water while they are yacking,” Noah says, grabbing a coffee cup and filling it up.
“That is really nice of you, pal,” Austin comments from his side of the counter while he looks at us. Both Austin and Noah are dressed down in jeans and button-up shirts.
“I can do a lot of things. I just can’t do the whole vomit thing. But I was proud of myself.” He reaches over and rubs my head.
We don’t have a chance to say anything before we hear my mother. “Knock, knock, knock!” she calls out before walking into the house.
“Mom, it defeats the purpose if you just walk in,” I say. “What if we were all naked?”
My mother gasps. “It’s noon, why would you be naked at noon?”