Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 83777 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83777 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Seconds later, my nails bit into his back as I rocked my hips against him, urging him to move. He pulled back and entered me again, slow and steady. I arched my back as his pace quickened, and it wasn’t long before he reached that unrelenting rhythm that always drove me over the edge.
Waves of ecstasy crashed over me until the dam finally broke and my body was flooded with the all-consuming rush of my climax. He continued to drive into me, deeper and deeper, until he found his own release. With one last thrust, a satisfied growl echoed through the room.
His breaths were ragged and deep as he dropped his head to my chest. With his hands drifting along the side of my hips and up to my waist, he whispered, “Mine.”
The tips of my fingers lightly trailed the length of his back as I responded, “Yes, I’m yours. I always have been.”
He slowly rolled to his side, pulling me gently over him as his back fell against the mattress. I immediately curled into his side and rested my head on his shoulder. His fingers brushed through my hair as he said, “I don’t want to wait.”
“Wait for what?”
“For you and the kids to move in. I want to do it now.”
“It’s a little late. We’d need boxes and tape and everything in between.”
“I don’t mean right this second, but I want to start packing you guys up in the next day or so.”
My chest tightened with a mixture of excitement and apprehension. I wanted to move in with him and start our lives together. There was no question about that. But moving was not fun, especially in the heat of summer. “Okay. But maybe we should consider hiring a moving company.”
“I’ve got a moving company, babe. They’re called Fury. Preacher was serious about sending the guys over. We’ll get it done. You don’t gotta worry about that.”
And he wasn’t kidding.
The next morning, three guys showed up at the house with a truck full of boxes and moving trailers. It was a little overwhelming, but in a blink, they had most of the kitchen and the living room packed up and headed over to Jameson’s place. I thought the kids would push back a little, but they didn’t. They seemed generally happy about making the change.
Maybe it was what they needed.
A clean break.
A fresh start.
I knew I was looking forward to it.
After a long day of packing and unpacking, we were all starving and ordered some pizza. We gathered around the kitchen island, and we were so hungry that we skipped the plates and just stood there in the middle of the kitchen as we stuffed our faces.
I was wearing shorts and a tank, and the kids were wearing something similar. Jameson, on the other hand, was in his usual jeans and black t-shirt and his biker boots. There was no way those were comfortable, especially when it was so hot. But the man never took them off, and it showed. They looked like he’d had them for years.
“Do you ever take those off?”
“Take what off?”
“Those boots.” I sighed. “They look like something you’d wear in combat. There’s no way those things are comfortable.”
“You’re hatin’ on my boots?”
“Have you ever thought about trying a pair of sneakers?”
His eyebrows lifted, and he looked down at his feet and actually sounded offended when he asked, “Do you even know me, woman?”
“It’s 95 degrees outside.”
“They’re comfortable.”
“You’ve worn them every day since you bought them.”
“They’re good boots,” he defended, but there was a small, boyish grin tugging at his lips.
Before I could tease him any further, Austin reached for another piece of pizza and said, “I think the boots are cool.”
Surprised that he’d come to Jameson's defense, I gasped, “Oh, really?”
“Yeah. I’d wear them all the time, too.”
“I might have to get you a pair, then.”
Austin shrugged, but there was a shy smile playing on his lips. “That’d be alright.”
Jameson’s eyes met mine, and for a moment, the noise of the kitchen seemed to fade away. We both knew how hard this had all been on the kids, and we’d done our best to tread lightly, especially with Austin. He was close to his father, and the past few weeks had been rough on him. Because of that, he’d been hesitant to let Jameson in.
Tonight was a small victory, but I would take it. Because it meant we were one step closer to being the family I hoped we would be. I looked over at Jameson, and the second I saw that proud, loving smile, I knew that we were going to get there.
And we would get there together.
25
CREED
It had been just over three months since Devin and the kids moved in, and for the most part, things were going well. It had taken us a beat to adjust to all being under the same roof and figuring out how that all works. The kids struggled a bit more than Devin and me. They tiptoed around for a while, not wanting to rock the waters, but they were coming around.