Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 79190 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79190 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
“You guys are so sickly sweet. I miss those days.” Pearl sighed. Dune rolled his eyes.
“What are you even talking about? Every time I walk into a room, you and Dad are making out.”
“Well, that’ll teach you to knock,” Pearl said before lifting her coffee mug to her lips.
Dune and Caroline laughed.
“I was just telling your mom about my job. She offered me a job.”
Dune didn’t want Caroline working for his mom. He wanted her working for him. “Oh yeah, doing what?” he asked as he went to the cupboard for some snacks.
“Running my side of the business,” Pearl said. “Your dad and I want to spend less time working and more time playing, and with Caroline’s degree in business, why not put it to good use? She could come work for me, learn everything, and then, when I’m ready to semi-retire, I know things will be in excellent hands.”
Dune had to give him mom credit. The idea sounded perfect. He put his arm around Caroline and asked her what she thought.
“I kind of like the idea.”
He leaned down and kissed her. “Then you should do it.”
“Okay.” She then looked at Pearl. “Can I start next month?”
“Absolutely.”
Dune sat next to Caroline and chimed in during her conversation with his mom whenever he had the chance. There wasn’t much of an opportunity to, but he didn’t mind. When night fell, he and Caroline headed back to his house to hunker down through the storm. If things got hairy, they could go back to his parents easily enough.
“Where’s the Bronco?” she asked when they entered his house.
“In the barn. I’ll probably put the top on in the next few days. Get her ready for the winter.” He moved about the small space. “When do you need to take your sister's car back?”
“In a couple of days. Maybe we can clean out my apartment then?”
“Just say the word and we’ll go. I’ll see if Tidal can come with us. This way you can ride with me, and he can drive your sister's car back.”
“I like that idea.”
Dune sat down next to Caroline, on a couch that was now much too small. He couldn’t wait to be in their new house, where they could spread out and not feel cramped. He adjusted to face her. “Can I touch you here?” he pointed to her stomach.
Caroline faced him and lifted her shirt, only to have Dune help her lift all the way off. “Dune,” she said his name, giggling.
“What?” he acted as if nothing was amiss. “It’s not like you’re going to leave it on when I make love to you in a minute.” His eyes roved over her chest. “Damn, babe. How did I not notice before now?”
Caroline absentmindedly pushed her boobs together, forming a valley of cleavage. “They’re how I knew something was wrong.”
“Being pregnant isn’t wrong,” he told her. “Can I?” he touched her bra strap, and she nodded. Dune undid her bra, freeing her breasts. His mouth watered at the thought of tasting her and wondered if he’d ever get enough.
“They’re sore,” she told him.
“I’ll be gentle.” Dune kissed her breast softly and gently tweaked her nipples until she arched her back, pushing her blossoming breasts into his face.
“I thought you wanted to touch my stomach.”
Dune paused and then dropped to his knees. He kissed her stomach. “Hi, baby. I’m your dad. I do not know if you’re a boy or girl, but that doesn’t matter because we’re going to be best friends. You have a big family who will be so excited to meet you and three uncles who will do anything for you. But you gotta do me a favor and be good to your mommy. I love her with my entire being. She’s my whole world.” Dune kissed her stomach again and kissed his way back to her breasts.
He lapped at her firm bud and then the other, being as soft and gentle as he could. When Caroline squirmed, he helped her remove her pants and did the same to his. She gripped his cock and sent a shockwave through his system. He loved her and loved the idea of having her in Seaport every day for the rest of their lives.
Dune watched her hand moving up and down, his hard shaft effortlessly. He was hungry for her. Famished. And angry at himself because he intended to propose to her. That would have to wait.
He sat back down on the couch, thankful for its small size, and reached for her, maneuvering her in such a way he could pleasure her while she stroked him. His thumb slid between her folds and found her clit, hard and ready for his touch. He pressed firmly and slipped two fingers until her wet core.
“Is this okay?” he asked. Unsure about if sex was safe.