Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 87255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 436(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 436(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
I clap for him as he trudges out of the surf. “That was impressive. Very, very nice.”
“That was the goal—to impress you.”
“I was impressed before we got here.”
He grins. “Did you have fun?”
“Yeah. I did. It’s so nice here.” I look around us—at the people minding their business. The lush vegetation. The relaxed vibe that makes me feel like I’m in a little piece of heaven. “I think this might be my favorite place on earth. How did you leave it?”
He takes my board from me. “Well, I got fired …”
I laugh. “Oh. Right.”
“I always loved it here, though. I missed my family, of course. But I visited home a lot, and they all came here to visit me off and on. So it wasn’t that bad.”
“Now I’m upset I never got an invitation,” I say, walking alongside him.
“Can you imagine what Brock would’ve done if I would’ve invited you to Australia?” He laughs. “I only got you here now because I married you.” He clears his throat, his face sobering. “Speaking of Brock, I talked to him last night.”
“You did?”
We walk a little way in silence. With every quiet step we take, my anxiety rises a bit more.
“Is he okay? Is he just mad?” I ask, prompting a response. “What’s going on?”
“He’s fine. I promise. He’s fine. Just under a lot of stress—physicals and paperwork. You know how it can be.”
I watch him curiously. I do know how it can be. Getting clearances from the medical staff and passing the physicals can be a giant pain in the ass. But he’s never had trouble before.
“Did he say why he hasn’t called?” I ask.
“He’s been busy with all of that. And, you know, he figured that you and I were honeymooning …”
“Right. I’m sure he was all about leaving us alone to honeymoon.”
He opens the little gate that separates the beach from the stairs leading to the house. “I think he’s settled down a little bit. He wasn’t as upset as he was in Vegas.”
“Did you tell him we agreed to three months? If you did, that’s probably why.”
Renn follows me quietly up the incline.
I wonder why Brock didn’t call me and if I should reach out to him. I didn’t know he was having problems with work, but it makes sense.
Suddenly, I feel bad.
“Are we going home tomorrow?” I ask.
“Jason is flying in tonight our time to pick us up.”
I nod, reaching the patio. Renn rests the surfboards against the house.
“I’ll wait and talk to my brother when we return,” I say, making my way behind Renn to the outside shower. “Maybe absence will make the heart grow fonder.”
He turns the handle, and water sprays from overhead. “That sounds like a solid plan. Talk to him face-to-face. He’s more likely to be cooperative if you’re in front of him.”
“What about you?” I say, stepping in front of him. I rest my palm against my name. “Are you more cooperative when I’m in front of you?”
His eyes blaze.
I drop to my knees, resting back on my heels. The shower mists me as I look up at Renn.
This is one of my favorite things about him—something I’ve never felt with another man. No matter how much we banter, tease, or do, he never makes me feel lesser than. Or inferior. Or embarrassed or shamed or silly for wanting or saying anything at all.
With Renn, I feel beautiful and strong—worthy in every way.
It’s the best feeling in the entire world.
My gaze drops to his cock bulging through his shorts.
Well, it’s almost the best feeling in the entire world.
“Husband?” I ask demurely.
“Wife?”
His voice is rough. The sound prickles my skin, settling off an ache in my core.
I bat my lashes. “May I please suck your cock?”
“Dammit, Blakely,” he groans as I work his shorts down his legs. “I—shit.”
I roll my tongue around the head, then lick down the shaft.
“Watching you with my dick in your mouth is one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen,” he says.
I grin, pulling the tip in before letting it pop free.
“What are you feeling this afternoon?” I hold his gaze while I spit on the tip, running my hand over it and down his length. “Do you want to come in my mouth? On my chest? Deep inside me?”
“Are you trying to break me?”
“Maybe.” I lean back and make quick work of losing my bikini top. “Or maybe I just really, really like to watch you come.”
He palms my breasts and guides me back to his dick.
“I want to come in your tight little pussy,” he says, sucking in a breath as I take him in my mouth. “I dream of that—feeling your body explode on my cock.”
I moan against him, the sound vibrating against his hardness.
He plays with my nipples, groaning as the tip hits the back of my throat.