Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23425 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23425 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
I have to admit, I didn’t trust him at first, and why would I? It’s not like his track record was anything but awful. But he showed nothing but progress, and in less than three months, it was like he was a whole new man. I was crying tears of joy some nights and would just lie in Russell’s arms on the couch when I thought about what the future might be like.
Of course, Russell warned me not to get my hopes up too high, and I listened to his advice, but somehow, my dad kept things together and now he’s not only involved in my life, but Benji’s too.
Five years ago, I never would have seen any of this coming.
But I can thank my wonderful and loving husband for that. I can also thank him for sending me to cosmetology school. He had such faith in me and my passion for wanting to become a hairdresser, that he told me he would pay my full tuition without hesitation. Of course, I couldn’t let him do that, so I got a part-time job waitressing while going to school to take some of the burden off of him, despite his protests.
Benji was born while I was in school, so we were juggling a lot of things at once, but it all came together in the end. Between Russell and my dad helping out, I was able to be a mom and get my certification, and now I’m a genuine hairdresser like I always wanted to be. Of course, my dad, Russell and Alyssa all get free haircuts too, and so will Benji, until he reaches that age where he wants someone other than his mommy styling him.
Russell and I have even discussed opening my own salon one day, but that would be down the road when we’ve saved up more money and Benji has grown up a bit.
I’m lying out on a patio chair sipping a margarita when I hear my wonderful husband arrive back home from the store.
Oh, and then there’s our sex life…
“Baby?” he calls out. God, his voice is so sexy. Just hearing it after not hearing it for a day is enough to get me going.
“Out here!” I call back.
“Where’s Benji?”
“In his room,” I reply. “He’s napping.”
A few seconds later, I hear the sound of his steps followed by the warm touch of his strong hands on the back of my neck. My whole body comes alive. I smile and look up and back to see him towering over me, looking somehow even sexier than he always does.
Some women might not find it sexy when a man’s dressed in ragged work clothes and boots, but I do. Russell’s been doing work around the house today, fixing up some plumbing issues in the kitchen to save us money instead of hiring a guy to come by, and it’s been turning me on like crazy.
“Did you find the part you needed?” I honestly have no idea what he had to buy at the hardware store, but I know he needed something. Russell smiles back and nods.
“Yup, they had it. Should be able to fix the problem in under an hour.”
“You are so sexy, you know that?” I ask him.
He comes around in front of me and straddles me, sliding both hands up my shirt and cupping my breasts. He licks his teeth when he realizes I’m not wearing a bra. “You know I was just about to ask you the same thing.”
My whole body begins to warm with excitement. My nipples harden as he twists them between his fingers, and I feel the moisture already between my thighs.
I reach up and begin to undo the buttons on his work-shirt, but before I can even finish, he raises up his arms and strips out of it and tosses it aside. He’s been working all day, so there’s a thin layer of sweat across his skin, causing his muscles to shine, making him look even bigger and buffer than normal.
I run my fingertips down the lines of his body, tracing each of his individual abs until I reach his belt buckle, which I quickly undo. This he allows, and as I unzip his pants, I feel what I always feel and what always drives me crazy: the enormous bulge signaling his arousal for me.
I moan and flutter my eyes up at him as I reach into his briefs and grab his shaft and pull. It’s so thick and warm and long and already dripping with pre-cum. “Already horny, baby?” I tease him as I begin to stroke it from the base all the way to the tip.
He nods, kicking off his jeans. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you the whole time I was at the store,” he growls. “I was getting a semi at the register. I was praying the checkout girl wouldn’t notice.”