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)
I don’t know what came over me, but I’d gone from stressed and scared to hornier than I could remember in a matter of seconds. Maybe stress did that to you. But suddenly I needed her more than my next breath.
Lifting February off the ground, I carried her over to my bed. But the moment I put her down, it became clear that I wasn’t the one in charge tonight.
“Lie back,” she commanded, gesturing to the bed.
I did as she said while she climbed on to straddle me. She slowly removed my clothes as I lay there, my cock stiff as a board. All I wanted was to bury myself inside of her and forget. Tonight was the last night before my life would likely change forever. I needed to mark it somehow, and there was no better way than this, making love to February. No matter what happened, I’d never forget this night.
When she began to disrobe, my dick hardened further, dripping with arousal, and I became desperate to feel her skin to skin.
She was stark naked as she pulled down my boxers, my dick bobbing forward, practically slapping her in the face.
February laughed as she wrapped her mouth around my cock and proceeded to give me the best head of my life. Up and down, deep into her throat, occasionally circling the tip with her tongue. My eyes rolled back from the sheer pleasure of her warm mouth fucking me.
I nearly came before she pulled back, my dick making a popping sound against her mouth at her sudden retreat.
Then she moved to hover over me, sinking down onto my shaft. I let out an unintelligible sound as I went balls deep into ecstasy.
“Fuck, Red,” I muttered. “Fuck. You feel so freaking good.”
February swayed her hips as she rode me, her clit rubbing against my groin with each gyration.
“You knew exactly what I needed, didn’t you?” I rasped, digging my nails into her lower back.
Panting, she nodded as she picked up the pace.
I wasn’t going to last another minute. Her riding me like this was too damn good to handle. I gripped her waist and pushed her down onto my cock with greater force.
When her body began to tremble, I let go, spurts of hot cum exploding out of me as I emptied inside of her. She screamed in pleasure as her own orgasm fully took hold.
After we came down, Oak barked in the doorway. He must’ve needed to make sure February wasn’t hurt after the way she’d shrieked.
“It’s all good, buddy.” I chuckled.
She lay next to me. “I should probably feel weird that Oak just saw me naked.”
“Are you kidding? You gave him his biggest thrill of his life.”
“You’re assuming seeing you naked isn’t an even bigger thrill for him.”
“Well, he and I have never had that conversation, so anything is possible.” I turned my body toward hers. “Thank you for that. I managed to feel like a normal man again for twenty minutes.”
“The pleasure was all mine.”
That night, February and I fell asleep in each other’s arms, Oak once again joining us at the foot of my bed. Just the three of us.
Was it the last time we’d ever do this?
The following morning, a phone call woke me.
My heart raced as I got a look at the caller ID.
The lab.
CHAPTER 24
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February
I held my breath as I watched Brock swipe to answer his phone.
“Hello?”
The room was eerily quiet, except for my heartbeat, which I was pretty certain the whole world could hear thumping away.
“This is he.” Brock looked down while he listened, then rattled off his date of birth and what I thought might be the last four digits of his Social Security number. Meanwhile, I still hadn’t taken a breath.
“Okay, yes. I’m ready.” Brock’s eyes rose and locked with mine. I heard the faint sound of a female voice saying a few words, and then all of the color drained from his face. I thought I might throw up. I knew the results without having to be told.
A warm tear trickled down my cheek, and I quickly turned my head and wiped it before Brock could see. A few seconds later, he thanked the person and hung up.
“It’s your baby, isn’t it?”
He nodded.
I’d heard the word heartbreak countless times, but I’d never thought of it as an actual physical description. Yet I could’ve sworn that’s what was going on inside my ribcage. My chest grew tight, and I had to use all of my focus to push air in and out of my lungs. It was one thing to decide to have a relationship with a man who was your complete opposite—a man who lived a simple life, hours away in rural America. But this? How could this ever work? He’d never be able to come visit me like we’d planned. What would he do, travel with an infant on a plane to New York City?