Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 73963 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73963 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
“I want to touch you.” My hand plunges into his hair as he kisses his way from my neck to my breast, tugging the nipple between his lips. “You’re touchable.”
“You’re fucking incredible,” he growls. His mouth devours my breast, and his free hand glides down my belly to home base.
But he doesn’t push his fingers inside me or even go straight for my clit.
No, Max Hull lightly brushes his fingertips over my lips on either side of my opening, sending shocks of electricity through every nerve of my body.
“Oh my God,” I mutter, my fist tightening in his hair.
“Hold onto the pillow,” he instructs me.
I immediately comply. Hell, if he told me to jump off a bridge right now, I’d be swimming with the fishes.
He carefully and methodically plays my pussy like a musical instrument. Taking me right to the edge of reason, then pulling back again until I moan my frustration.
“I need to make sure you’re ready,” he says.
“I don’t think I can get much more ready,” I assure him and grin when he nudges his hips between my legs. “Can I let go of the pillow now?”
“You may,” he agrees and kisses me deeply. The head of his cock is nestled against me, and as the kiss deepens, it slides farther inside until Max groans and buries his face against my neck. “Fuck, Wills, you feel so damn good.”
“Mm.” I shift my hips and grip him, grinning when he groans again. Then all conscious thought leaves when he picks up the pace and sends us both into paradise.
After we’ve caught our breath, he leaves the bed before I can move and comes back with a warm washcloth to clean us both up, then he crawls into the bed next to me, tugging me into his arms.
My cheek on his chest was always my favorite place to be when we were kids, and it seems that’s one thing that hasn’t changed.
“I can hear your heart,” I whisper.
He kisses my head. “Go to sleep.”
***
My phone is ringing.
I sit up, disoriented. I’m in my bed, but Max is with me, and suddenly, the past few hours come rushing back to me.
“Phone,” I murmur as Max looks around, searching for it. “It must still be in the living room.”
“Got it.”
He rushes out and then comes running back with the cell, and I accept the call just before it goes to voicemail.
“Mommy?”
Alex only calls me Mommy when something’s wrong.
“What’s going on, Bubba?”
“I want to come home.” His voice is so small it breaks my heart. “Can you come get me?”
“Of course.” I glance up to see Max pulling on his jeans. “I’ll be there in about twenty minutes, okay? Is Pierce’s mom awake?”
“His dad is. He said it was okay to call.”
“Okay, Bubba. I’ll see you in a few.”
“Thanks, Mom.”
I hang up and blow out a breath.
“Well, so much for a whole night alone,” I say, apology in my voice.
“Don’t even worry about it,” Max assures me as I climb from the bed and pull on a fresh pair of leggings and a baggy sweatshirt. “Let’s go get him.”
“Oh, you don’t have to—”
“If you think I’m going to let you drive alone at two in the morning, you’ve got another thing coming.” He holds his hand out for mine. “Come on. I’ll drive.”
We hurry out to his Mercedes, and by the time we reach the end of my road, my seat and the air blowing on me are warm.
“This really is a nice car.”
He smiles over at me. “You really are beautiful.”
He kisses my hand as I blush in the passenger seat. I feel giddy. And, if I’m honest, a little sore.
Now I have to figure out how to tell Max that he can’t stay the night once Alex gets home. It’s never been an issue with men I’ve dated in the past because I never let them meet my son. No way.
But this is so different. Not only has Max already met Alex, they genuinely enjoy each other.
I’m not ready for a sleepover and all of the explanations that come with it.
Max pulls into Pierce’s driveway, and I immediately jump out and walk to the front door, which is already open with Alex coming outside, a smile on his sweet face at the sight of me.
“Hi, Mom!”
As if it’s not two in the morning.
“Hey, Bubba. Go get in the car, and I’ll be right there, okay? And what do you say?”
“Thanks for letting me stay. Sorry, I’m a pain in the butt.” He waves and hurries down to Max’s car, and I roll my eyes.
“I’m sorry about this.”
“Hey, it’s no big deal,” Stan, Pierce’s dad, says. “They’re at a tough age. They want to feel independent, but they’re just not quite brave enough yet. We’ll try again in a few months.”
“You’re the best. Thank you.”