Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 71303 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71303 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
I really hope our viewers are better than that, but I know people say all kinds of shit when they’re hidden behind a screen.
All we can do is hope for the best—and do some cleaning up in the comments section, if necessary.
“I texted Stella to see if she can come by when she walks Goldfish,” Cam says a little later. “I’d like to have her review the footage before we send it to the editor.”
“Sounds good.”
His phone pings with an incoming message. “She’s on her way.”
CHAPTER 62
CAM
Stella arrives looking distractingly beautiful in shorts and a thin white tank top that clings to her curves.
I’m hoping for a long heatwave this summer, so I can see her in a lot more clothing like this—and take her out of a lot of clothing like this.
But business first.
“C’mon in,” I say, kissing her sweet lips, before I kneel to pet Goldfish.
When I stand back up, she hands me his leash, then wraps her arms around my neck and comes in for another kiss. Truth be told, we’ve invited her to detour over here during her dog walks anytime she can spare a few minutes, and most days, it’s only so we can make out with her—or do more, if she has the time.
After I indulge myself for a couple of minutes, I pull away. “I actually asked you over to show you something.”
“What are you going to show me?” Her hand finds my cock and gives it a squeeze through my jeans. “This?”
I press one more quick kiss to her lips, then take her naughty hand in mine. “If you’re a good girl.”
We find Wyatt at the computer, and while I give the two of them a minute to have a proper greeting, I free Goldfish from his leash so he can roam around the house. We did a thorough dog-proofing last week, and among other things, there are definitely no bags of marshmallows lying around.
When Wyatt and Stella finally part, he gestures for her to take a seat in the desk chair where he’d been sitting, and I direct her attention to the monitor, as I explain what we recorded and why. “We want to get your opinion and your okay on it before we post it.”
“Why do you want my okay?”
I nod to Wyatt, who’s waiting to click play. “Just watch,” I tell her.
She’s smiling at first, but a few seconds in, her body stiffens. Through the reflection on the screen, I watch her eyes grow wide. After Wyatt’s version ends, he lets it play through my take. When it ends, she doesn’t move.
I kneel at her side. “Are you okay with us posting that?”
“Or would you like us to take out the mention of Jessie?” Wyatt asks, kneeling on her other side.
For a long moment, she doesn't speak and still doesn’t move, and an irrational wave of panic runs through me.
Finally, she draws in a breath. “You’re in love with me?” She looks back and forth between Wyatt and me.
Nodding, I take her hand and bring it to my lips, then lay a kiss between her knuckles. “We’ve got it bad, Stella. We’re head over heels.”
Wyatt takes her other hand, helps her stand, and pulls her close to him. “So in love with you,” he says.
“I love you, too,” she says, right before Wyatt draws her into a kiss.
As they kiss, she blindly reaches a hand out to me, and I hold it tight until I can take her in my arms.
Brushing hair back from her face, I look deep into her beautiful eyes. “I love you, Stel. I have for a while now.”
“I love you, too.”
And the kiss that follows is so much sweeter than any that have come before, because I know I’m hers, and she’s ours, and nothing could be better than that.
CHAPTER 63
STELLA
“How long until you need to pick up Jessie?” Wyatt asks.
I glance at my watch, though the numbers barely register, because I’m still in a daze.
They love me. We’re in love.
“I can’t stay long,” I tell them. “I have a date tonight, so I need to get ready.”
“Oh, a date? Is that right?” Cam slides his fingers under the bottom of my shirt. “Then we’d better give you something to remember, so you’ll be thinking of us while you’re on your date.”
“Yeah, you’d better do that.” My last word comes out in a squeal as he pinches one of my nipples.
When he picks me up to carry me into the bedroom, Goldfish starts scampering around at his feet, barking.
“Treat time,” Wyatt says, reaching for a toy from the table at the end of the hall. They showed it to me the other day when they bought it; it’s one of those kinds designed to keep dogs busy for a while.
“Treat time, indeed.” Cam curls his head down to mouth over my breast through my shirt, dragging his teeth over the hard peak.