Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 22838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
“I like to think of it a little differently. Sure, we were apart for that long. However, I don’t know about you, but I learned a hell of a lot during those two years. About myself.”
“I did, too,” she admits.
I let my hands roam over her. “I never could resist you in one of my T-shirts, you know.”
“Why do you think I wore it?” Her smile is pure vixen, and I immediately put her onto her back on the spacious couch, then hover over her and kiss her senseless. God, I love the feel of her beneath me. She’s warm and soft and everything I’ve ever wanted.
She sighs when I cup her breast, and when that hand drifts even lower, she squirms and parts her legs in invitation.
She’s always ready for me. Always eager to fuck as if it’s the last thing we’ll ever do.
It’s just one of the things that I love about her.
I can’t go slow or take my time with her right now. I just want to be in her. I manage to get my jeans down my hips before I plunge deep inside of her and groan in pleasure when she sinks her teeth into my chest.
“Flip me,” she says, her eyes bright with lust. “Put me on my knees.”
Jesus, she’s the sexiest little thing.
I pull out, and she scrambles onto all fours, braced against the arm of the couch. I smack her round ass before I grip onto her hips and push back inside her.
“Yeah, that’s the spot,” she groans.
I reach around and flick her clit with my fingertip as I ride her hard and fast. By the time she comes, she’s a moaning, screaming mess.
She pushes back against me and bears down, clenching around me like a fucking vise, and I can’t help but follow her over, coming hard into her.
“That’s the good stuff,” she says on a sigh and rests her cheek on the arm of the couch.
“We’ll kill each other inside of a year if we keep up this pace,” I warn her as I pull out and reach for some tissues.
“Yeah, but what a way to go.” She grins and stands, kissing me before hurrying off to the bathroom.
My pants are back up by the time she returns, and I’m strumming the guitar again.
“Let’s go say hi to your mom,” Josie suggests.
“Isn’t it a bit wrong that right after a really good fuck sesh on my couch, you immediately think of my mother?”
She wrinkles her nose and then busts up into laughter. “Trust me, the two are not connected in any way. I just haven’t seen her in a long time, and we should go say hello.”
“If you’re up for the drive, so am I.”
“Cool. I’ll go get dressed.”
When she bounces out of the room, I shoot off a text to my mom to tell her to expect us in about an hour and then put away my guitar.
I glance down at the couch and grin. I think we’ll have to have an encore of that little performance later.
“What a nice surprise,” Mom says as she opens her door and immediately opens her arms to hug Josie. “You’re even prettier than before. How is that possible?”
“I did change my mascara,” Josie says helpfully, making Mom laugh. “That could be it.”
“Well, whatever it is, it looks good on you. Come on in, I just made cookies, and I have coffee, too.”
“You always made the best sweets,” Josie says.
“She still does.” I wink at my mom and follow the girls through the house I grew up in, to the kitchen where a plate of chocolate chip cookies waits on the table with three empty mugs.
Clearly, Mom was excited after my text.
“Brax told me that you’ve started knitting.”
“I have,” Mom says as she pours us each some coffee and then sets the cream and sugar on the table. “But I’m not very good at it. I keep adding extra stitches to rows where they’re not supposed to be and forgetting other stitches, so nothing I make is very pretty yet. But I’ll keep working on it.”
“What made you decide to do it?” I ask her.
“You remember Shana Cassidy, don’t you?”
“Sure, she used to yell at me for being on her lawn. She’s always been old.”
I sip my coffee as Mom’s eyes narrow on me.
“You probably shouldn’t have been on her lawn. Anyway, she and some of the other ladies I have lunch with once a month started a knitting group. Bitch and Stitch.”
Josie spits out her coffee and then wipes her mouth. “Sorry, I’ve just never heard you swear.”
“I’ve taken up all kinds of hobbies,” Mom says, and I laugh. “Anyway, I thought that sounded like fun, but I don’t sew or anything. So, I started watching YouTube videos on knitting. I’ll get the hang of it.”