Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 75683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
“Please what?” I demanded, my teeth nipping her earlobe, feeling her pussy tighten in response.
“I need you inside me,” she said, making my cock twitch.
“Try again,” I said, smiling a bit at her little whimper. “Please what?” I asked.
“Please fuck me,” she demanded.
“Good girl,” I murmured, pulling my fingers out of her, hitching up her leg, and slamming my cock deep.
“Hard,” she demanded, arms going around my neck, holding on.
So that was what she got.
Hard.
Deep.
Up and through a shaking orgasm.
Then I slid out of her, pressing a hand to her shoulder, pushing her down to her knees.
Her eyes were molten as she looked up at me, as I grabbed a handful of her hair, and tugged, as her lips parted, and I pressed my cock into her mouth.
Hands grabbing the back of her neck, I held her still as I fucked her mouth.
I was already so fucking far gone.
It didn’t take long.
With her lips around me, with her making little moaning sounds like she was getting off on my lack of control as I fucked her mouth harder, faster, deeper, until I was coming down her throat.
We fixed ourselves up after, then I hit the button, and we walked out of the lobby with devilish little smiles on our mouths.
“So what now?” she asked as we pulled into her driveway and I put the car in park.
“What do you mean?” I asked, looking over at her.
“I don’t know,” she said. “I just need to know what happens next.”
“With what?”
“With us,” she said, and there was a vulnerability there, an insecurity, that I hadn’t heard before.
My arm reached out, fingers snagging her chin, forcing her head up, and turning it to face me.
“Now we date,” I told her. “Like any normal man and woman. Without drive-bys, safe houses, or kidnappings.”
“That almost sounds dull,” she said, giving me that megawatt smile.
“It leaves more time for fucking,” I reasoned.
“That is a great point,” she decided. “But how do we date?” she asked. “I haven’t exactly been a big serious dater,” she admitted.
“Me either,” I told her. “I figure it means, we do the shit we need to do during the day. Work shit. Then we meet up after if we are feeling like it.”
“For the record, I will always be feeling like it,” she told me.
“Me too,” I admitted. “But we might have to hang here for a bit until I get my house fixed up again.”
“I have lots of surfaces we need to break in. Not to mention the garden.”
Fucking her outside under the stars?
Yep.
Sign me up for that.
“In that case, I’ll be over right after you close up the restaurant for the day.”
“Deal,” she said, all the tension suddenly gone as she climbed out of the car. You know, until I broke the news to her.
“Hey, sweetheart,” I called, making her turn back.
“Yeah?”
“We have to have dinner at my mother’s house next weekend.”
Savannah - 9 days
“You’re fidgeting again,” he said, reaching over to grab my hands, stilling their movements in my lap as we pulled into his mother’s driveway.
It was silly to be so nervous.
But I knew how important his mom was to him, how much her approval would matter, whether he would admit that to me or not.
I mean, I’d spent something like four hours trying on every outfit I owned to find something to wear that I thought would be appropriate.
I’d settled on a yellow sundress with a faint little daisy print on it. Modest, pretty, not overly dressy, but not fully casual either. When I’d looked at Nino and I in the reflection of the car as we approached, I thought we looked right together.
In my lap was a bakery box full of my mom’s concoctions. I’d needed to promise her that if all went well, I would host a dinner with his mom, so the two of them could meet.
“We are going to be a family now, you know, my sweet girl.”
My heart had squeezed at the idea. Of family. A ring, a dress, a future, babies.
But I was trying not to get too far ahead of myself.
Things were good.
Better than good.
Absolutely freaking perfect.
So I was going to enjoy every second of that, and not try to focus too much on the future.
“Sorry. I know. I’m not usually nervous. I’m good with people! I talk to everyone. But this feels different. Big, you know? Meeting the mom. It was easier for you, not having to have the formal introduction.”
“Think I might have preferred a formal introduction to meeting her over your bleeding body, sweetheart,” he said with a warm smile.
“Still, it was a real… trial-by-fire thing, y’know? This feels like walking into an inquisition.”
“Oh, Savannah, no,” he said, grabbing my hand, and pulling it up to place a kiss to the back of my hand. “I think you are misunderstanding this. My mom wants to meet you so she can grill you about how many grandbabies you are going to give her. And if you want sunflowers at the wedding,” he said. “She’s already in love with you.”