Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 69537 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69537 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
I took it and barely contained the urge to laugh at the silence in the room.
“On that note, I’m done, too,” Keene said as he got up, the chair squeaking slightly at the movement. “You ready to go, Princess?”
“I’ll be ready to go when Bindi is,” Addison declared.
“I’m ready, too,” I said softly. “It’s way past my bedtime, and I have to work tomorrow.”
“Eww, work,” Addison grumbled. “I get to go to the circus tomorrow, you should come to that instead.”
Fifteen minutes after giving my reluctant declination, I was in Garrett’s room with my eyes heavy.
“You wearing that to bed, baby?” Garrett asked.
I fell face first into the mattress and said, “Yep.”
He helped me take my shoes off and pulled the comforter out from under me, not protesting at my clothing or lack of teeth brushing.
Instead, he took off his own clothes and crawled into bed beside me. “Tomorrow, when I’m not so tired, I want to celebrate our almost-engagement.”
“It’s a real engagement,” Garrett said into my hair as he squeezed me a bit tighter.
“Sure,” I teased. “If you say so.”
Some people just drain the fucking nice right out of you.
—Text from Bindi to her mom
BINDI
I was wide awake by six since I’d gone to bed so early the night before.
I rolled over in the bed and felt the heat of Garrett’s body against mine.
He didn’t stir.
My hand went to his abs, just resting there for a long second before I started to make slow circles.
Still he didn’t wake.
My hand moved lower, which was when I realized that he didn’t have a stitch of clothing on, nor did he have anything covering his body.
I felt around on my own and realized that I had every ounce of comforter wrapped around me.
Pushing it back, I moved very carefully so as to not wake the sleeping person next to me.
I moved my body to come between Garrett’s splayed thighs—he slept like a freakin’ starfish—and smoothed my hands up the length of his muscular thighs.
This man had muscle on top of muscle.
Sometimes I wondered if he had an ounce of fat on him.
I should’ve asked him what he’d eaten last night for dinner. Probably not a single roll ever graced his lips.
The poor man.
My left hand moved up to smooth over his cock, and I grinned when I found it hard.
“You awake, Gee?” I asked teasingly.
“Getting more up by the second,” Garrett’s voice rasped, still sleepy and sexy sounding.
“Good,” I said and leaned forward, taking the tip of his cock in my mouth and sucking lightly.
He growled, his legs widening in response. “Fuck, baby.”
“Not yet,” I said against his cock head. “But soon.”
His hands went to my hair as he tried in vain to contain it.
There was no containing it, though.
I’d gone to bed last night without containing it in some way, and it was a riot of curls all around my face, his thighs, and his cock.
I sucked deeper, pulling as much of him as I could into my mouth before backing off.
I did this over and over until I was taking more than three-quarters of his cock.
The last quarter was never going to happen, though. He was just too damn big.
I did, however, wrap my hand around the base, and allow my saliva to run down his cock, to help coat the fist that held him at the base.
“Sweet baby Jesus,” he rasped. “You’re going to kill me.”
“No.” I popped off of him, panting lightly. “Never, Gee.”
His hands went to my hair, then he launched himself forward and pulled me up the length of his body.
My sensitive nipples dragged along his chest, the hair there tickling them in the most delicious way.
My hands went to his neck, and I searched for his mouth to offer a kiss.
Understanding what I wanted, he caught my chin with his hand and turned my face toward him. His lips crashed down onto mine moments later, both of us sinking deep into the kiss.
After a few long seconds of kissing the breath out of me, he pushed my hips backward to make room for his cock, then notched the head at my entrance.
We’d forgone birth control a while ago.
At this point, pregnancy was just inevitable.
Though neither one of us really spoke about it, we knew what the outcome would be. And we knew that we’d both cherish a child that came of our actions.
In one swift stroke of his cock, he sank inside of me, filling me up so completely that it was hard to breathe for a few seconds.
“You okay?” he asked, ever the protector.
“Never.” I kissed him on the mouth. “Better.”
He held my hips in his hands and started to pump up into me in long, swift strokes.
The angle of his cock, paired with the way my breasts were scratching against his chest hair, had me panting.