Until I’m Yours – The Bennetts Read Online Kennedy Ryan

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Drama, New Adult Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 123579 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 618(@200wpm)___ 494(@250wpm)___ 412(@300wpm)
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“Hi,” she says a little breathily.

“Hey, baby,” he says to me, tossing the towel down, palming my cheek and pressing his cold lips to mine. “I didn’t know you were coming out.”

“We wanted to see if you hit your target time.”

His dark eyes light up and he relieves me of the weight on my hip.

“Gracie!” He lifts our daughter, Grace, up in the air and gives her a gentle shake. “Did you see Daddy in the water?”

Predictably, she giggles, compelling him to do it again, her green eyes bright in her chubby face under the bright red curls.

“Did you see Daddy in the water?” he asks again, pressing her a few inches higher in the air before bringing her down to kiss her little slobbery lips.

I glance from my husband back to the lady wearing the Haven swimsuit. I should offer to replace her ovaries since they probably just exploded. This big man so completely at the mercy of our daughter would explode my ovaries if I wasn’t getting so much use out of them lately.

“You wanted a picture, you said?” I remind her wryly.

“Oh, yes.” She blinks and smiles, shifting her eyes away from Trevor cooing to Grace.

“Go on, Sof,” Trevor says, a touch of warning in his eyes when they meet mine. “I’ve got the baby.”

His not-so-subtle way of making sure I’m not considering splattering our daughter all over Instagram. We turned down offers from People and several other magazines when both of the kids were born. They even offered to make a donation to one of our favorite charities in exchange for the pictures. Trevor wasn’t having it. He’s fiercely protective of Grace and our son, Carter. He’s pretty protective of our privacy in general, but especially when it comes to the kids.

I wrap an arm around the woman’s shoulder while she snaps a selfie and promises to tag me.

Gee, thanks.

Once she’s walking off back toward her kids, still playing in the sand, I turn to face Trevor, who has—have mercy—peeled the top of his wet suit down so it flops over, baring the sculpted muscles of his chest and abs. With a house full of family, my libido is in overdrive because we aren’t screwing nearly enough to satisfy me. I step close, sandwiching Grace between our hearts, reaching up to tangle my fingers in his wet hair.

“How was your swim?” I hope I’m working him up as much as he is me so we can have clandestine sex in a pantry or something later. “How’re you doing on time?”

“Not bad for an old man.” He chuckles, the subtle laugh lines at his eyes deepening. It is laughable to think of Trevor as an “old man,” because at forty, my husband remains quite the specimen. Thus me hot and horny in the Hawaiian sun.

“You back on target?” I ask, knowing he’s been trying to shave a minute off his swim time.

“I will be by the next race. I got a few months.” Trevor shakes his head, sighing. “Things have been so busy it’s thrown my training off.”

“Busy, but going so well,” I remind him, proud of all the global progress the Collective has made since Trevor sold Deutimus to Bennett and took the reins five years ago.

“Sorry I was on that call so late last night. I had no idea the issues were that complex.”

“It’s okay, but I did miss you. I like to fall asleep in your arms, if you hadn’t noticed,” I say huskily, leaning in to pull his bottom lip between mine.

The arm that’s not holding Grace slips around my waist, dragging me closer.

“I love my family,” he says against my lips. “But maybe we should have realized how little privacy we’d have bringing all of them to Maui with us.”

“It’s okay.” My tongue darts between his lips for a quick taste of him. “Carter climbing in bed with us the last couple of nights is what’s been the real cock blocker.”

“I hated thunderstorms growing up, too.” He squints up at the sky. “I think we should be fine tonight if the weather holds. Where is Carter?”

“Back at the house with your mom.” I laugh. “It seems like all the girls are cooking something, and all the guys are watching ESPN.”

“Sounds about right.” His chuckle fades away, concern in the eyes assessing me.

“Are you still feeling up to the trip?” Trevor takes my hand and starts walking us back toward the rented beachside villa housing the whole Bishop clan while we’re on vacation.

“Are you kidding me?” I laugh and tweak one of Grace’s curls. “That trip to London is my best shot at getting laid.”

“Truth. At this rate we might have to mile high it.” He doesn’t crack a smile, and I hope he’s serious. Some of my favorite orgasms have been at thirty thousand feet. “And what about you? How’s the morning sickness?”


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