Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 92043 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92043 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
I spun around in shock to see him making his way through the living area.
“Hey,” I called, jumping back down the bottom two stairs. “What’s up?”
“Do you still have that camera?” Charlie asked. “You know, the one you had in Europe?”
“Of course.” It was still in my bag. I should probably unpack that thing and take over a couple of Ambrose’s dresser drawers. I needed to buy some new clothes too. It was getting pretty old washing them every few days if I didn’t want to live in Ambrose’s pajama pants and T-shirts.
“Could I see it?” Charlie asked. “I was talking to Mom, and I thought she’d like to see those pictures you have. I know I said I didn’t want to see them before but, um, I think I would now.”
“Absolutely,” I said softly, reaching out to grip his bicep.
God, he was so skinny. He’d been eating, but without even the exercise of walking around the house, he’d started wasting away.
“I’ll go get it, okay? Are you going to stay down here?”
“I thought we could maybe use the projector?” he said tentatively. “So everyone could look at them?”
“That’s a great idea. Should we set it up in here?” I glanced at the windows letting sun into the living room.
“Let’s set it up in my parents’ rooms,” Ambrose said, still standing on the stairs. “They have the most space.”
Charlie left to round everyone up, and I followed Ambrose upstairs to get the camera and the projector that had been sitting on the counter for the past couple of weeks.
When we reached our rooms and the door shut behind us, Ambrose locked it quickly and pushed me toward the couch.
“Camera,” I reminded him, and he pressed firmly on my back, bending me over it.
“We’ll be quick,” he replied, yanking down my leggings.
Cool air brushed over my skin before he pressed his lips against the cheeks of my ass, soothing the remembered sting.
I arched and widened my legs as much as my leggings would allow, and seconds later, he thrust inside me.
The feel of him hadn’t gotten old. I didn’t think I’d ever get tired of it. I braced my hands on the seat of the couch and moved in counterpoint as waves of warmth flowed through my veins, amplifying everything. It was fantastic every time. When Ambrose slid his hand beneath me and circled my clit with a single finger, I came with a cry. Less than a minute later, he followed me into the abyss.
Closing my eyes, I let my head drop onto my forearms as he slowly pulled out.
“Camera,” he said huskily. “Projector.”
“I don’t want to move,” I grumbled.
Ambrose chuckled and gently pulled my leggings back into place. “Go clean up, love.”
I stumbled to the bathroom, and when I came back out, Ambrose was standing by the door holding everything we needed.
“You didn’t have to wait for me,” I chided him, throwing open the door.
“I wasn’t just going to leave you.”
It was as simple as that for him.
Everyone had already gathered in Matilda and Erik’s main room when we got there, and while Chance and Ambrose set up the projector, I surreptitiously looked around. The room was bigger than the ones their sons had, but not by much. There wasn’t a kitchenette or dining area, and in the middle of the wide room, they’d placed a small sectional couch. The fabrics and carpets were all done in light neutrals, giving the space an airy feel that the other rooms lacked with their masculine furniture. I loved it, and I wondered if Matilda would let me see what she’d done with the bedroom and bathroom before we left.
Erik sat in the center of the couch with Matilda curled up next to him. He had his arm around her, and she’d pulled her knees up to her chest with her toes tucked halfway beneath his thigh. To their right, Beau sat with Reese in his lap. Then Danny, with his elbow on the arm of the couch, his chin resting on his hand.
Charles sat down next to Matilda, clasping his hands nervously between his knees. She reached out and rubbed his back.
I walked over and sat down on Charles’s other side.
As soon as the lights had been dimmed and the projector turned on, Ambrose handed me the camera. I turned it on and scrolled to the first photo, the one with Zeke standing behind Charlie, his arms wrapped around Charlie’s chest.
My brother let out a shuddery breath beside me.
“This was the first picture I took,” I explained as we all stared at Zeke’s handsome face. “I think that was the day after we’d met Zeke. Right, Charlie?”
“Yeah, the day after,” Charlie confirmed quietly. He nodded, and I knew I could move on to the next photo.
I moved through the pictures, explaining what was happening in them and trying to give as much detail as I could. Charlie added things sporadically, correcting me when I got something wrong, but for the most part, he just sat there silently, tears rolling down his cheeks.