Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 70004 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70004 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
That was a really good question. “If it’s found out that he’s been an accomplice in all of this, I want to pursue it.”
A heavy lean against my side had me looking down to see Brawny using my leg and the kitchen cabinet for support as he stared out at the snow beyond the kitchen window.
I reached down and gave him a scratch as Rocky and I finished up our conversation.
The moment that the phone went dark beside me, two arms bracketed me in against the stove.
A soft set of lips pressed against my shoulder where Romeo’s sweatshirt had fallen down to expose my shoulder.
He was back. And he smelled better than the soup.
“Smells good,” he said.
“Hamburger soup.” I pressed back against him, relishing in the way his hard body felt against mine.
There wasn’t a single soft spot on him.
Which, quite honestly, was understandable.
The man did a very demanding job for a living. He was a real-life Paul Bunyon. Of course he would be hard in all the right places.
Speaking of hard…
“This soup has to simmer for another thirty minutes before I add heavy cream and some other things to it to thicken it up,” I mused.
“Yeah?”
I nodded as I pressed my butt into him. “Yep.”
His mouth opened on my shoulder, and I felt a shiver travel down my spine and bloom somewhere deep inside my lower half. My clit started to pulse to life, and a heat started to build.
His arms moved then, coming around me to bring me back even closer into him.
Brawny grumbled at the move, then went and lay on his dog bed that would give him a clear line of sight to the backyard area where he could see the horses still playing and all the birds flickering around the bird feeder that Romeo had just filled back up that morning.
Catering to my dog.
“Did you have that bird feeder before Brawny?” I wondered.
“Nah,” he murmured, peppering kisses along the exposed skin of my shoulder. “He liked to look out the window, and since I was gone all day, I figured I’d give him something to look at.”
“You’re gone for my dog, aren’t you, Romeo?” I asked.
He grunted. “He’s grown on me…just like his owner.”
I shivered when his beard tickled the crook of my neck.
Things started to pulse between my legs, and I pressed them together to help alleviate the ache.
One of his hands smoothed down the length of his sweatshirt, then lifted it up slowly to burrow underneath. The rough skin of his palm met the smooth expanse of my belly—slightly rounded yet still somehow sexy to him—and slid down.
I wasn’t wearing any pants.
Just his sweatshirt, a pair of panties, and long, thick socks that I’d stolen from his drawer.
His fingers slid easily underneath the delicate waistband of my panties, and he growled.
“Did I tell you how much I want to taste this pussy?” he asked, running his lips along the shell of my ear.
Again with the shiver. “No.”
But his groans of delight were enough for me to realize that he’d enjoyed it.
Speaking of tasting…
“Can I taste you?”
He tightened his hold around me, his fingers on his left hand freezing as they started to split the seam of my pussy.
“I don’t think any man that’s interested in the female persuasion would ever say no to his woman tasting him.”
I snickered and turned in his arms, sinking down to my knees.
At least, I tried to.
I got all of a half a foot down before his arms went around me, and he picked me up around my knees and hefted me high in the air.
I squealed as I planted my hands on his shoulders as he carried me to the bedroom.
He sat down on the bed, then placed me gently onto my feet.
He reached behind him for a pillow, then threw it down onto the ground for me to rest my knees on. “You don’t kneel on the hard floor, not even for me.”
My hands went to his thighs, my fingers digging into his sweatpants.
He’d showered, and he was in a new pair of black sweatpants that left very little to the imagination.
I saw why when I caught my fingers around the waistband of his sweats and tugged them down.
He wasn’t wearing any underwear, so when I got the waistband below his cock, it sprang free and slapped against his belly.
He lifted the sweatshirt off his body, leaving him naked from the knees down where I’d left his sweatpants to reach for his cock.
His hard, very large, very lickable cock.
I smoothed my hand up and down his length a few times, touching and feeling the velvet length.
A bead of precum formed at the tip, and I swiped it up with my thumb and brought it to my lips to taste.
His eyes went electric as he watched the move, his cock jumping in response.