Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 87015 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 435(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87015 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 435(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
“You got it from her, then,” Elliott replied, making my heart race.
“No I didn’t,” I argued.
He rolled his eyes. “Yes you did, beautiful. Come on, you gotta know that.”
No, no I didn’t. Jesus, how would I divorce him? How could I survive it? It was going to break me if I let it, and I refused to allow that to happen.
“Race you to the water!” I shoved to my feet and ran for the lake.
Elliott was right behind me.
We played in the water for hours. There was a mom there with a little boy. Dads were picking up their kids and tossing them into the water, and I heard the little boy ask his mom if she could, but she said, “I’m sorry. You’re too much of a big boy. I can’t.”
“El…” I said, wanting to help.
“Come on.”
We befriended them, playing water games with them as if they were our family. Elliott was great with him, just like he’d been when he’d done magic tricks for Samantha all those months ago.
He would be a good dad…
I shook those thoughts from my head and focused on making this day perfect.
They left before we did, Elliott and I lounging around in the water.
He hugged me…kissed me…made me feel treasured.
As evening broke, he said, “We should probably go.”
We hadn’t had dinner yet, but I just wanted to go back to the cabin and be with him all night.
“Okay.” I took a step, then another, and suddenly pain shot through my foot. “Ouch. Fuck.”
“What happened?” Elliott frowned.
“I stepped on something.” I lifted my foot, and sure enough, there was a little cut there. Luckily, it wasn’t bad, and the pain was just a slight sting.
“Get on my back.”
“I can walk.”
“Shut up and get on my back.”
“Oh my God.” I feigned annoyance, but I fucking loved this. I did as Elliott said, wrapping my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck.
He carried me toward our things, saying, “I’m a fucking great husband.”
We laughed, but all I could think about was how right he was.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Elliott
I sat down on the couch and said, “Take off your clothes.” We’d come back to the cabin after the lake, cleaned Parker’s wound, showered, and changed before going into town again. We’d had dinner, then walked around town, looking into shops, before heading back.
This day had been…well, really fucking incredible, but now I just wanted to be naked with my husband.
“Excuse me?” Parker said, but I saw it, the blue fire igniting in his eyes, the flames so hot, I felt the heat of it against my skin.
“You heard me. Take off your clothes.”
He blushed, then smiled, and I knew he would do exactly as I said.
Parker pulled off his shirt and tossed it to the floor.
“Always so messy,” I teased.
“Is that what you’re thinking about right now?”
“No…I’m thinking about my beautiful husband and all the things I’m gonna do to him tonight.”
Parker shivered. I saw his body vibrate from ten feet away where he stood.
I leaned against the back of the couch, legs spread, watching…waiting.
His fingers were shaking as he unbuttoned his jeans, then pulled the zipper down. I didn’t speak, didn’t look away even for a second while he slid them down his legs, revealing his pale skin and the dusting of dark hair on his thighs. He tossed his jeans away, now standing in front of me in a black jockstrap. Fuck, he was so damn sexy. My cock was already rock hard.
“Are you planning on staying dressed while I’m naked?”
“For a little while. You want me to see my pretty boy, don’t you?”
“Fuck…Elliott.” He hooked his fingers in the band of his jock.
“Wait,” I rushed out. “Keep those on. Turn around and let me see you.”
“I…” he started, but then did as I said, showing me the smooth skin of his back, the arch of his curvy ass, the perfectly plump cheeks I loved to have my face in or my cock between.
“Christ, cariño. You’re so goddamned beautiful. You’re fucking perfect. Now I want to see your pretty little hole too. Will you show it to me?”
“Jesus, El. You’re killing me here.” But still, he bent forward.
“No, no. You’re too far away, gorgeous. I need you to come closer.”
He did, taking slow steps backward until he was right in front of me, standing between my spread thighs. I leaned up, just as he bent forward. His cheeks spread, but then he used his hands to part them farther.
“Fuck yes. Look at how sexy my little pink hole is. Prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.” I circled my finger around his wrinkled pucker. Shivers ran the length of Parker’s body, and he moaned. “You like it when I touch my hole?” I asked, because it was mine. For as long as he would let me have it, I wanted him to belong to me.