Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 107965 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 540(@200wpm)___ 432(@250wpm)___ 360(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107965 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 540(@200wpm)___ 432(@250wpm)___ 360(@300wpm)
“Fuck,” he roared. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!”
Hot cum streamed down my throat, while Brock’s body pulsed and jerked. He was still panting a minute later when I wiped my mouth and climbed to my feet.
“Jesus Christ, babe.” He gulped air. “That might be able to get me on the subway.”
I giggled. “I’ve actually seen that done on the subway.”
Brock hooked an arm around my waist and pulled me to him. “Come here.” He ran his knuckles down my cheek. “Thank you.”
“You’re very welcome.”
“I really want to make this work, Red.”
“I do, too.”
“Just to be clear, I’m not saying that because of the incredible blow job.”
I laughed. “Sure, you’re not.”
His lip twitched. “Alright, you might’ve given me a bit more incentive…”
I leaned in and rubbed my nose against his. “I really want it to work, too.”
“I’m crazy about you, Red.”
“I’m crazy about you, too, Lumberjack.”
CHAPTER 19
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Brock
It felt so damn good to have February back in Meadowbrook, particularly waking up next to her on this Saturday morning. It had only been a week since I was in New York, so it was a treat to be with her again so soon. February had booked a flight at the spur of the moment yesterday afternoon. She’d left work early and arrived here in the evening. She’d only be here until tomorrow, so we planned to make the most of the short weekend together. Could it really be this damn easy? I guess time would tell.
While she gently snored, I looked up to meet the stare of the moose head on my wall, laughing to myself as it brought back memories of the first time February was in my bed. What she must’ve thought looking up at that thing. I remember how panicked she was. I never would’ve imagined the drunk woman from the bar would end up as my woman. I’d had no idea what I was in for. Yet here we were. I was happier than I’d ever been.
Of course, at the same time, I felt a pit in my stomach, because when you’re feeling this high, typically there’s nowhere to go but down. But one thing I knew for certain: I was willing to get my heart broken and take the chance that this might actually be it for me.
February wasn’t the only one snoring. Oak also contributed to the sinus symphony in my bed right now. My dog, AKA Oak the-bathtub-sleeper Hawkins, was lying at the base of my bed by our feet. Last night, he’d climbed up onto the bed, rendering February and me speechless. Oak hadn’t slept in the bed in years. Maybe somehow he’d remembered the night the three of us fell asleep on the couch in front of the fire, and he associated February with a feeling of safety. I’d be interested to see whether he returned to the tub after she left. Because the only two times he’d slept outside the bathroom in recent memory were nights that February had slept over.
Damn. I could get used to waking up next to them. The only bad thing about this new arrangement was that it would always involve having to separate from her again. There was no way around that.
February stirred and turned toward me. Her eyes slowly opened to find me watching her.
“Hey,” she said groggily. “How long have you been up?”
“A while.”
“You were watching me sleep?”
“I was.”
“What were you thinking about?” She smiled.
“I was remembering the first time you were in my bed, among other things.”
She laughed. “I try not to think about that. It was quite embarrassing.” She rubbed her hand along my leg. “We’ve come a long way, though, haven’t we?”
“We’ve come a lot since last night. That’s for damn sure.”
“Well, that too.” She chuckled. “Probably my favorite part of being back here.”
I wrapped my arm around her. “Any idea what you’d like to do today?”
“Put me to work.”
My forehead wrinkled. “Excuse me?”
“Put me to work,” she repeated. “Before I told you I was coming this weekend, you mentioned that you had work to do at the smaller cabin. Then after I told you I was coming, you said it could wait. But why don’t we head over there? You can do the work you originally planned to, and I can help. That way you don’t get too far behind.”
She was going to help? I stifled laughter. I didn’t want to insult her by admitting she’d probably be more hindrance than help. It was sweet that she wanted to come with me.
“I’m not sure you’ll enjoy yourself, sweetheart. We should probably do something fun while you’re here.”
“Isn’t that your idea of fun?” she challenged.
“Well, yeah. But you won’t enjoy it.”
“I will enjoy it. If me visiting is going to be a regular thing, you can’t afford to drop everything each time I come, like it’s some sort of vacation. It’s not a vacation anymore. This is real life. Same as when you come to New York. It won’t always be sightseeing. Some weekends we’ll just be lying around decompressing from the week.”