Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 49006 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 245(@200wpm)___ 196(@250wpm)___ 163(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49006 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 245(@200wpm)___ 196(@250wpm)___ 163(@300wpm)
“Alright,” I tell him, trying to hurry this along. I’ve got a mind to meet Maci in the shower, and I might be too late if this takes much longer. I lick my lips and continue watching. Her hands go to the clasp behind her back, then the fabric of her bra falls to the floor, and her full round breasts become unbound. How Maci couldn’t figure out that she was pregnant is beyond me. Her having a lot of shit going on is the only reason I can think of. Her body has changed in slight ways, and her tits are one of them; more than a handful is how I’d describe them. And while her nipples were sensitive before, it’s nothing like they are now. I so much as look her way, touch the small of her back, and they’re tightening into pebbled tips.
Her fingers glide down the slope of her neck, stopping at the curve of her breasts, cupping them and running her thumbs across her nipples. My hand goes to my mouth, making a fist and biting down, trying to keep from groaning at the sight in front of me.
“Lyric is back.” Jude is talking about the girl who lived next door to Jagger until he was seventeen and she was fifteen. They kept in touch for a year or so, writing each other here and there, until one day, the letters stopped and his came back stating address undeliverable. He’d been pissed as hell, not understanding why they’d all of a sudden stop. Lyric’s dad moved here because he was in the military, some kind of higher-up in rank. They’d moved a few times before when the marching orders were sent. When she left, they’d made the decision to always remain friends. It hit him harder than any of us expected when shit took a turn. I also think it changed him in a way, making him become the jokester he is today. Not wanting to take life too seriously, and it’s probably a good reason why he’s yet to ever settle down in any type of relationship. Jagger won’t talk about it. Her name is very rarely brought up, and when it is, he makes an excuse to leave the room. Now when one of our friends meets their match, he’s the first one to say it’ll never be him, and I’m beginning to think there was more to that pact he made with Lyric than any of us know about.
“Shit, does he know?” Maci chooses that moment to bend over to pull off her leggings. I’m cursing the frosted glass and myself for it being a full-length window. A catch twenty-fucking-two. While I’m the one salivating over my woman, that also means my fucking neighbors could be, too.
Maci is completely naked. Not a stitch of clothing is touching her perfect body. She continues what I’m beginning to think is her looking at herself in the mirror, turning this way and that, her hand going to her lower stomach, holding it there for a minute. Meanwhile, I’m nearly fucking drooling. Her curves are about to be my downfall—her hourglass figure in all the right ways, tits bigger because she’s carrying my baby, narrow waist that will change in the coming months, hips that flair out, and an ass I want to sink my teeth into.
“Not yet, making the calls first. I figure he’ll know soon enough since she bought the house next door to his parents.” Jude must have had something flag him on his end to get all of this information already.
“Alright, think we need to make time for another meeting and let him know before he finds out himself.” I get my shit together. Maci disappears from view, and I take that time to hop off the couch, grab my drink, and head inside. My cock is nearly busting out of my jeans, and I still have a few things left to do. I’m hoping I can wrap this call up and close down the house before she steps foot in the shower.
“About to make the rest of the calls now. Thinking we do it with everyone around. You introduce Maci when we have a cookout or some shit. That way, he has other things to keep his mind occupied besides going off half-cocked,” Jude implies. I make it inside. I don’t hear the water running yet and slide the door closed behind me, making sure to lock it, then do the same for the rest of the house while letting what Jude just said marinade.
“Set it up. We’ll be there. Thanks for letting me know. Need to get off the phone. Mac is waiting on me.” I press the light switch, putting it in the off position, and I’ve got one foot on the foot of the stairs.