Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 114647 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 573(@200wpm)___ 459(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114647 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 573(@200wpm)___ 459(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
It was actually fucking snowing. Holy Shit. That was a miracle in and of itself for Texas. I hadn’t seen snow since I was younger. I’d been in Texas for going on five years now, and this was the first time I’d seen it snow more than a few seconds. It was actually collecting on all the empty chairs as it floated out of the sky in flurries.
“Can you believe this?” James asked as I reached his side.
“No. Not at all.” I said, agreeing that it was a small miracle.
“How’d she look?” He asked me.
The smile on my face said it all, but I answered him anyway. “Stunning.”
And when she came out of the side door twenty minutes later on my father’s arm, I realized I’d misspoken. She looked absolutely striking.
James’ breath hissed when he saw her, and his smile lit his face like a 1000 watt light bulb. However, there was one thing that needed to be said before we went any further.
“If you hurt her, I’ll fucking kill you. I’ll shred the meat off your bones with a goddamn box cutter and feed it to you.” I said, never looking away from my sister as she made it down the aisle.
“Returning the favor?” He asked.
I glanced at him, but he only had eyes for Shiloh. “Just as you said to me five years ago, buddy.”
Chapter 27
It’s not us, it’s them. Them and their stupid boy penises.
-Meredith Grey, Grey’s Anatomy
Shiloh
“Please, please. Do it now. Quick J.” I panted.
“Settle down, I can’t get a good hold on it with you squirming around like that.” James growled.
I couldn’t help it. It needed to happen now, or I was sure I would die. “Please, James. Hurry.”
He growled and threw me to the bed, straddled my thighs and pinned me to the bed with all of his strength.
Satisfaction poured through me as he eased the hooks down until not a one was left clasped, and finally I could breathe again. “Thank you so much.” I sighed wistfully.
He growled, yanked the dress off the rest of the way, and tossed it unceremoniously into the corner. “Now, are the panties and bra too tight, too? Do I need to remove those next?” He teased.
“Yep, they’re super tight. So tight that I think you need to check my body for proper circulation.” I giggled.
Yep, that was me, giggling. I might or might not have been slightly tipsy, too.
I’d had a blast at the wedding, and it was everything I could have ever hoped for and more. James and Cheyenne, as well as everyone, had done a wonderful job, and I would remember this day for the rest of my life.
“Turn over.” He said gruffly.
I flipped over, turning from my stomach to my back, and smiled when I saw his nostrils flare before he leaned down, popped the front clasp of my bra, and my breasts spilled free.
“Those look like they’re going to need some attention. Let me see if I can breathe some life back into them.” He quipped right before swiping his tongue along the sensitive peak of my nipple.
I groaned, tugging on his closely trimmed beard, holding him closer to my breast, urging him on.
The hand that wasn’t full of my breast went down lower until he reached the hem of my panties. He slowed for all of two seconds before he slipped beneath the elastic band, freezing completely when he felt the bare skin of my sex.
His mouth pulled away from my aching breast, releasing the nipple almost regretfully before rising up to his knees and staring down at my silk covered sex.
“Did you wax that completely, or it just my overactive imagination? I thought it was only being trimmed.” James wheezed.
I smiled, and then shimmied out of my panties while he watched.
“Oh, Jesus. We’re never going to make it out of the bed,” he said as he went down onto his knees beside the bed, yanking my body close until it was on the very edge.
He rested my feet, still encased in my three-inch heels, on his shoulder, and then gave one leisurely lick of my overheated core. Then another. And another.
He continued the pattern, until I was lifting my hips, urging him with my hips to do something other than that, when he thrust three fingers into me, making my body bow off the bed with the suddenness.
However, he didn’t stop there, he continued to thrust his fingers, and attacked my clit with hopeless ferocity until I was ready to burst.
Sadly, he stopped before I could tumble over the edge, bringing himself to his feet to watch my body continue to writhe and squirm on top of the bed.
When my hand snuck down to finish the job he’d left, he growled, and moved both hands in one of his while he worked the zipper of his pants with the other. “Hold still, sweetheart.”
Then his cock was kissing the entrance of my womb in one hard thrust. “Fuck, but I’ve been waiting too long for this.”
“My hand just doesn’t feel the same.” I panted as he worked his thick cock inside of me.
He stilled, glancing down into my eyes. “You’ve used your hand to get yourself off?”
At my nod, he asked, “When?”
“Every night when you were asleep.” I answered.
“Where?” He growled against my lips.
I smiled against his lips. “Right next to you. Every single time.”
“Minx.” He snarled, and then plunged further into me, pumping his hips hard.
The head of his cock was bumping up against my cervix.
Usually it caused a little bit of discomfort when he’d do that so quickly, but today, I was so worked up, that anything felt good. “Yes, harder.”
He ignored me, slowing down instead.
The head of his cock pulled free of my clasping channel, reluctant to let him leave. He used the slickened head of his cock to rub against my overheated clit, running the length of himself through my labia.
The feeling was exquisite, and I didn’t know if I wanted him to continue what he was doing, or start fucking me again.