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)
But we also had plenty of time to talk, about everything from the weather to our deepest dreams and wishes. To make love and cuddle while we watched the whales breaching in the ocean.
To be us.
But we both miss Alex, and it’s time to get back to real life in Montana.
“If you don’t want to go to San Diego,” I continue, “we can go anywhere else you like, and take Alex with us. The plane is always available.”
“Thank you,” she says, then squirms in her seat. “You do know that I’m not using you for the money, right?”
I narrow my eyes at her. “This is a thing for you. You’ve mentioned it several times.”
“I just know that women must throw themselves at you and take advantage of what you can buy them. I’m not like that.”
I clear my throat. “Let’s take care of this subject right here and now so we don’t have to revisit it again. I hate that the money makes you uncomfortable, Wills. You once loved me when I didn’t have two nickels to rub together.”
“The money doesn’t matter to me,” she clarifies. “That’s what I’m trying to say. I’d be with you whether you have it or not.”
“I appreciate that,” I reply and squeeze her hand. “But I do have it. A lot of it, like I told you before.”
“I know.”
“And I can give you your heart’s desire, any day of the week. I don’t say that to sound arrogant or like an ass. It just is. I don’t think you’re here because of that. Hell, it took us years to get here, Wills. So, no, I don’t think it’s because of the money.”
“I’m glad.” She nods once, then boosts herself into my lap, straddling me. “It’s all about your body.”
“Really?” My eyebrows climb into my hairline as my hands find the nice, round globes of her tight ass. “Well, that’s convenient. I guess the dad bod is definitely out. I’d better keep working out.”
“I don’t want to sound shallow or anything,” she says while unbuttoning my jeans, “but, yeah. Work out.”
She yanks the jeans open and traces a finger down the sides of my hips.
“It’s this. This is what makes me wetter than I can say.”
“Is that so?”
“You have sexy powers,” she continues, making me snort. “No, really. Screw the money; it’s this body and your hands and the way you smirk at me.”
She’s in a blue sundress with a denim jacket that she brought along for when we reach Montana. It won’t be warm enough, but now I’m eternally grateful for the easy access as my hands slide under the dress to find her ass naked.
“You’re not wearing anything under there.”
“I’m wearing a bra,” she says. “Because you know, mom boobs.”
“Hey, I like your boobs.” I dip my head to kiss one, just out of principle. “Don’t dis your tits.”
She’s grinding against me, sending me into crazy town, which seems to be easy for her. All she has to do is look at me, and I’m hard as a rock.
It seems some things never change.
Finally, she slips over me, taking me inside her, and begins to ride me like a woman possessed.
“You feel so damn good,” she groans, her fingers in my hair. “Who knew plane sex could be so fun?”
“Not me,” I reply and hold onto her hips, guiding her. “But we’re going to do this more often, I’ll tell you that right now.”
“Oh, good.” She tips her head back, a sure sign that her orgasm is close. “Jesus, Max, I’m gonna come already.”
I reach back and tickle her anus, which is something new I learned this week that drives her wild. She gasps and spasms around me, milking me with an intense orgasm, and just as she starts to come out the other side, I follow her, pushing up and grinding my pubic bone against her clit.
Once I’ve caught my breath, I set her on the seat next to me and walk back to the restroom to get a wet cloth and a dry towel to clean us up.
“That was fun,” she says with a wicked grin after I dispose of the towels.
“Agreed.”
“I love you, Max.”
My gaze whips to hers, surprised and elated to hear the words.
“I know it’s not a super romantic time to say it, but I do. And I’m grateful for every minute with you, at home and anywhere else.”
I scoop her up again, cradling her to me, and kiss the fuck out of her.
“I love you, too, Wills.” I tip my forehead against hers. “I never stopped loving you, all these years.”
She blinks slowly, soaking it in.
“Same here.” She sighs. “I felt guilty about that for a long time.”
“You carry around too much guilt.”
She nods. “I do, you’re right. I guess I worry about hurting others, and if I’d admitted before that I still loved you, it would have hurt Cary, his parents, and me. Because you weren’t mine anymore.”