Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 72483 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72483 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
“You are a big, dirty man,” she whispers, kissing me hard. “I suppose we should pick up some lube on our next trip to the store.”
“That will certainly get the cashier’s attention.” She rolls her hips, and my dick stiffens like he hasn’t been working harder than he’s ever had, but I can’t get enough of Ava. “Let me give you some more attention.” We start all over again.
Chapter Ten
Tobias
It’s been a wonderful two weeks of the new year. Ava and I never sleep apart and fuck every single chance we can get, but today, she wants to go into town to get some feminine stuff and I don’t want to let her go without me. I let her go with Louisa and the kids for a trip to the grocery store in Louisa’s SUV because I don’t want her to drive her car yet. The weather’s still very rough, plus I don’t trust that she’s safe from her father.
I miss her, but I can’t keep her trapped just because I’m fucking paranoid that I’ll lose her. Besides, I can’t take her because there’s just too much going on at the ranch.
It’s about four thirty when I finally see them pulling into the driveway. I’m out of the barn and down to the house to assist as soon as I can. “How was your trip, ladies?”
“Crazy? Two boys in a busy store will do that, but we got everything I had on my list plus the stuff Dillon asked for.”
“Great. I’ll bring these in the house.”
“Is John done for the day?”
“Not yet, but he’s driving home right now to help you with the groceries.”
“Great.” She pulls out once I’m done taking our groceries inside.
“Okay. These four bags go to Dillon. The rest is for here.”
“Damn. You did a lot of shopping for him.”
“It’s for the guys, and it’s not everything. Your employees need to eat.”
“It’s not that I buy the food. It’s that…”
“I’m shopping for another man?”
“Yes.”
“Jealous looks sexy on you, Mr. Reynolds. It’s the least I can do. You need them to do their part. The sooner all the work is done, the sooner you get to come home.”
“Sorry, babe.”
She rises up on her tippy toes and plants a kiss on my cheek. “Are you done for the day?”
“I have paperwork to handle if these guys want a check.”
“Okay. How much time do I have to get dinner done?”
“I’ll be ready to take you out tonight at six.”
“Out?”
“Yes. I’m taking you to Angelo’s. You need time off too.”
“That’s sweet of you.” This time, she kisses my lips and my control slips. I pin her to the island with my hips while my hands cup her face, kissing her until she’s panting and all my blood has gone south.
“I better get to work. Do you have the rest of this?”
“Yes, I do.” I steal another peck and then go to work before I carry her to bed.
Work has been harder to focus on as the days pass by. I want to ask her to be my wife and never leave, but it’s too soon. I love her so fucking much that I can barely breathe. The thought of losing her would destroy me. If I push the issue, she might just leave after her three months. We’re down to two months until her birthday. Her three months weren’t precisely three; she rounded up. Damn it. I have two months to show her a life with me is worth living in the cold, which she hates. That came as a shocker to me, but I’m just going to find ways to convince her we can spend the rest of our days warming each other up.
I manage to get through all my paperwork, then rush upstairs for a shower and change into a nice pair of slacks and sweater. When I get out, I see Ava stepping out of her old room and I have to do a double take. She’s wearing a mid-length red dress that flows outward and hugs her voluptuous breasts, pushing them upward.
“Is this too much? We stopped at Stylize and Louisa insisted I pick something out.”
“No. God, no. You look beautiful. I mean, you always look beautiful, but I…Fuck. I don’t know what I’m saying.” I’m making a fool of myself.
“Thank you. You look extra handsome, if that’s even possible,” she says, intentionally raking her eyes over me from top to bottom. My cock beats on my zipper, and she doesn’t miss that.
She glides her hand down over my pants, rubbing my engorged meat. It’s all her doing, but damn, that feels so fucking good and I’m not pulling her hand away. “Do you think we should take care of it before we go? You’re not the only one who gets jealous.”
She drops to her knees and frees my cock, wrapping her lips around the head, sucking hard. "Look up at me," I growl. Ava tilts her head, giving me her gorgeous eyes. "So fucking beautiful. Jealousy sure looks fucking good on you."