Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 110360 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 552(@200wpm)___ 441(@250wpm)___ 368(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110360 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 552(@200wpm)___ 441(@250wpm)___ 368(@300wpm)
“Well, yeah, I didn’t notice that your boobs were two different sizes this morning. I feel like that’s information I should verify independently. In the interest of thoroughness.”
She swatted my arm. “Devon Grant.”
“What? I’m detail oriented. I’m ashamed of myself for missing it.”
Her shoulders shook with laughter, and my thoughts slipped back to that man on the overturned crate, watching ghosts.
His wife in the sunlight. His daughters in the round pen. Forty years of an incredible life laid out in front of him like it was something he could still reach out and touch.
I wanted that. All of it.
A woman I loved so utterly and completely that she became ingrained in my subconscious in such a profound way that she was not just a part of my memories, she was the entire script.
A woman I’d go looking for every morning, long after she was gone.
A woman whose name put a grin on my face at a biological level, even as my mind failed me.
A woman who had the ability to ruin me and still be worth every damn second.
My gaze locked on Lofton.
I didn’t just want that life.
I wanted it with her.
23
LOFTON
It had been two weeks since Brooke, Zoey, Jenn, and the family had gone home. The farm was quiet without them, but Devon and I had fallen into a comfortable routine. Dare I even say, a normal routine.
Wake up together.
Shower together.
Eat breakfast together.
Feed horses together.
Then, when Dad would wake up, we’d branch off, counting down the hours until we could fall right back into bed together.
“Fuck, baby,” he breathed, kicking my bedroom door shut behind him. “You got naked without me?”
“Just trying to speed things up.” My hands went for the waistband of his jeans, but he quickly gripped my wrists and pinned them behind my back.
“Who said we need to speed up?” He dipped low, nipping at my lower lip.
“Me,” I gasped, pressing up on my toes to capture his mouth in a scorching kiss.
He let out a deep rumble, tangling his tongue with mine, all the while walking me backward toward the bed.
“Easy,” he warned, stopping at my small twin mattress. “I told you I wanted to eat your pussy before we do anything else tonight.”
Yep. He had told me that multiple times throughout the day, and coincidentally, that was exactly why I was in a rush. “You’re so mean. You’ve been teasing me all day.”
His mouth curled into a devastating smile. “What’s that I hear? My temptress doesn’t like being on the receiving end for a change?” He released my wrists and pressed a hand to my chest until I sat down on the bed.
As soon as I hit the comforter, I spread my legs wide and dipped my fingers between them. “I like being on the receiving end a lot, actually. But currently, I’m questioning your follow-through.”
His face darkened, his gaze dropping to the movement between my thighs. His smile twisted into something far more dangerous. “My follow-through, huh?”
I nodded. “I almost started without you.” It was a massive lie. Devon had gotten me off every night with his fingers, mouth, or his cock. I wasn’t sure my hands were even necessary anymore. Well, unless it was for the mornings when I used them to get him off in the shower.
Still staring as I teased my clit, he licked his lips. “Should I sit this one out?”
My fingers stilled, and I shot him an incredulous glare. However, the words came out as an unmistakable whine. “You promised.”
Chuckling, he jerked his chin in silent command for me to move up the bed.
I did not delay.
Grabbing the back of his t-shirt, he peeled it over his head, revealing all glorious muscle and tan skin. He pressed his knee to the bed beside my head, his fingertips trailing down my stomach. “How about you let me take over and you use those hands for good and not evil and free my cock?”
“That’s what I was trying to do earlier.” My head flew back as he dipped a single digit inside me. “Oh my God.”
“See, you were in such a rush, and now you won’t stop talking. Which is it, Lofton? You want to talk, or you want to come on my face?”
He pulled out of me, adding another finger before gliding back in.
I arched off the bed, sliding my hand around his hips to palm his rock-hard ass.
“Button’s not back there, babe.”
It wasn’t, and his jeans were putting a serious damper on my sudden desire to suck his cock while I came on his hand. I made quick work of his button and zipper as he watched with a hooded arrogance that held more promise than any word he’d spoken that day.
A hunger grew within me as his length popped free, hard and thick, so fucking ready to drive into me, I was almost willing to forgo his mouth.