Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 95147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
“Babe, I told you I gotta get to work right.”
“Yeah, I’m ready.” She smoothed her hands down over the front of the black Lycra-looking thing that seemed to wrap around her body in twists and turns, putting the whole package on display. I wanted to ask her where the fuck she thought she was going dressed like that, but my tongue got twisted up when I saw what she’d done to her face and hair.
Don’t get me wrong, Steph always looks like a team of makeup artists had put her together, and her clothes are always fashionable with that special flair that is all her. But tonight, she’d gone the extra mile. “You don’t like it.” She looked defeated, and once again, I wondered how all her brain cells had ended up between her thighs.
“Come here, let me show you how much I hate it.” She got the hint when I was close enough to grab her, but her little girl squeal and last-minute effort to escape my hands were in vain.
“Mace, don’t do anything. I don’t think I could get back in this dress a second time.” She’s so adorable.
“That’s fine since you’re not wearing it outside this house.”
I busied myself running my hands up and down her sides, feeling her tight, compact body beneath the stretched material that clung to her in all the right places and showed off her curves to perfection. “Turn around, let me see.” Have mercy; her ass has never looked better. She tried squeezing her thighs together around the hand I’d slipped up between them, but it was too late.
With her back pressed into my chest, I sent my hand on a foray and was glad I did before we left the house. “Where the hell are your panties?” I bit her ear, kinda not so gently, waiting for the answer.
“I can’t wear any with this; it’ll show.”
“You’ve lost your damn mind.” Since I wasn’t about to let her walk out of here with that thing on for all the world to enjoy what’s mine, I wasn’t too careful when I pushed it out of the way to free her breasts which spilled over the half bra she had on.
She fussed and complained when I hefted her tits in my hands while fighting to get my slacks undone. This time I took her all the way down to the floor right there outside the bathroom door and did her dirty from behind. She was a heaving, heavy-breathing mess by the time I pulled out and got to my feet to get myself together.
“Mace!” For someone who was just purring like a well-fed kitten, she sure sounded disgruntled.
“Now go put on the first thing you had on, and let’s go.”
“You did that on purpose.” I didn’t bother to answer because I kinda sorta did. The fuck was she going in that.
“If you don’t want to get taken down and mounted, don’t wear that kinda shit around me.” I guess that was the wrong thing to say because she lectured my ass about some crap while getting out of what was left of the dress and into the other one, which was way more suitable to me. This one didn’t cling as much, and her tits didn’t look like they were an offering, but I noticed that the material swayed in a kind of way that showed off her thighs and ass when she moved. I’ll just make sure she sits her ass down all night.
“You got on drawers under there?” She pouted and nodded and started in on her shit again, but I grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the room behind me.
“You can lecture me in the car; we’re late.”
“And whose fault is that?” She didn’t stop bitching until I’d strapped her in and taken the wheel.
“You’re nervous, aren’t you, baby?”
“A little bit. How could you tell?” Because believe it or not, I can read you like a book already. It felt good to think that way. As complicated as my girl likes to think she is, she’s about the easiest person I’ve ever dealt with in my life when it comes to relationships, that is. That sweetness with a hint of innocence that she tries so hard to hide beneath her tough girl act is one of the things I love about her.
I’m sure maybe to the rest of the world; she seems aloof, secure, and sure of herself. But I see the truth, and maybe I’m the only one who can, and that’s a good thing, I guess. I held my hand palm up for her to take as I drove, and that seemed to settle her down a bit.
My kid sister was there already with some friends as usual when we walked in, as well as Nat, who was holding her seat by the bar and waving her over as soon as she saw us. I held up a hand for her to wait as my sister headed toward us with her usual smile. She threw herself into my arms the way she always does, and I felt Stephanie tense up beside me. I guess my little pep talk earlier had gone in one ear and out the other.