Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 75414 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75414 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
His hand slipped between my thighs as his lips met my neck.
“So wet just from sucking me off,” he murmured, making a shiver move through me as his fingers parted me, toyed with me. His lips and teeth kissed, licked, sucked, and nipped my neck while his fingers teased me until my hips were rocking, until my whimpers grew to throaty moans.
He seemed content to tease me forever.
But I was too desperate, too needy, too aware of an ache inside I knew only he could ease.
Bracing my hands on his thighs, I lifted up, positioned over him, then slowly lowered down, moaning as each thick inch of him filled me.
“Fuck, babe,” he groaned when he was seated deep.
I wanted to soak in the sensation with him, but my need was too strong. I rocked a few times, letting out a frustrated whimper as I struggled to keep my balance.
Nave’s hands moved out, grabbing my thighs and spreading them so they moved to the outer sides of his.
“Try this,” he said.
My hands went to his knees, using them to balance as I started to ride him.
The position had his length pressing against my top wall, engaging my G-spot as I moved faster, harder, eager for more of the sensation.
Nave’s hands were all over me: sinking into my hips, running up and down my thighs, covering and teasing my breasts.
Every nerve was lit up at once, and I was knocked breathless by the sparks as I got closer and closer to that edge.
“That’s it. Come for me,” Nave demanded in my ear as my walls clenched hard around him.
With one more little rock of my hips, I did. My whole body shuddered, and I was sure I would have fallen if Nave hadn’t reached out and wrapped me up, keeping me close as the waves crashed through me again and again.
When I came back down, though, Nave was still hard inside of me.
His teeth nipped my neck as he got to his feet, still holding me against him.
“Not done with you yet,” he told me, turning, and pushing me forward until I was on all fours on the bed.
His hand massaged my ass as he moved in behind me.
With one long, slow thrust, he was inside me again, making me fold forward and moan into the sheets.
His movements stayed like that—slow and deep, making me achingly aware of each thick inch of him as he slowly drove us up.
“There you go,” he murmured as he got me right to the edge.
Then I came, moaning and trembling.
Nave slammed deep, coming with a deep groan.
We both fell into the bed afterward, bodies spent.
Nave’s hand rested on my ass, giving it a little pat.
“This was a nice surprise.”
I turned my head to look at him and gave him the truth. “I missed you.”
“Yeah?” he asked, his whole face going soft. “I missed you too.”
I don’t know which flipped harder, my belly or my heart. All I knew was I really liked the sensation.
“How long do I have you for?” he asked.
“How long do you want me?” I asked, feeling playful.
“Forever,” he said, and I swear my heart felt like it was big enough to break out of my chest. “But I meant for today.”
“Oh, in that case, so long as Ariah doesn’t call to say Edith misses me.”
“You set up a doggy babysitter for us?”
Us.
I really like the sound of that.
“I did.”
“Then we should have a nap, get some dinner, and spend all night doing more of this.”
“Sounds perfect.”
And it was.
Every moment with him was.
Partly because I was so blithely unaware of how close I was to losing it all.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Lolly
I didn’t sleep alone again for several days.
We found a sort of rhythm.
I would sleep over and spend the morning with Nave, usually with Edith, though occasionally she wanted to stay with her doggy friends. Then I would head back to the homestead for the afternoon—helping the girls with the garden, the animals, or learning fun new skills.
At the hottest part of the day, I’d move into the motorhome, thumbing through pregnancy, parenting, or baby name books.
Then, without fail, Nave would show up and take me back to the clubhouse.
Until, finally, there was a night when I couldn’t visit because of the weekly meeting known as “church.”
Nave insisted I could come afterward, but it would be late and I knew the party would just be getting started. It made more sense to just stay at the motorhome.
Even if, oddly, it suddenly felt very wrong to be alone.
Which was ridiculous, of course.
And I wasn’t alone, not really.
I had Edith.
And I had Kit and Ariah something like fifty feet from my front door.
“It’ll be good for us to have a night alone,” I told Edith as she worked on the chew that Kit had baked for all the dogs, something with yogurt and pumpkin that Edith thought was the best thing she’d ever eaten.