Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 70516 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70516 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
It was all a perfect storm, and I fell into it happily.
My lungs seized inside my chest. The scream building in my chest froze. My fingers in his hair clenched. My heels went to his shoulders and pulled him closer.
And the orgasm that came out of me was nothing like I’d ever felt in my life.
It was an out-of-body experience.
I panted and whimpered as I rode my way through the orgasm to end all orgasms.
My body was a livewire when he finally stood up, caught me around the waist, and pulled me into his arms.
He didn’t put me on the dryer or spin me around and bend me over it.
Instead, he went ass to the floor in a pile of dirty clothes, pulled me into his lap, and slowly lowered me onto his cock.
I groaned, my breath coming in choppy pants against his lips that were now pressed to mine.
He growled against my lips as my ass cushioned his balls as he bottomed out inside of me.
“Oh, fuck,” I cried out, using my feet planted on the floor to grind against him. “I feel you in my belly.”
“Good.” He helped loop an arm around my back and pulled me almost completely off of him before shoving me back down. “I want you to feel me inside you until we wake up in the morning. Then I’ll fuck you then, and you can drip my cum the rest of the day while you’re at work.”
My pussy clenched at that idea.
“You like that idea,” he mused, his hand going to my throat as he used my thumb to push my chin upward, baring my neck to his mouth. “You like the idea of feeling me there?”
“Yes,” I hissed. “I like it.”
“Hmmm,” he said as he pressed kisses to my throat and jaw. “You gonna come for me again, baby?”
I already felt the inevitable building.
“Of course,” I teased. “Would you settle for anything less?”
He caught my chin in his hand and tilted me back down so that I was staring into his eyes. “Nothing less. You’ll never leave my bed and not be satisfied with your care.”
My eyes gleamed. “Okay, Baymax.”
The movie we’d watched together in the hospital room weeks ago felt like a distant memory.
But it’d been a memorable one because he’d rubbed lotion into my feet.
When he’d finished, he’d asked, “Are you satisfied with your care?”
And he’d given me the same line. “You’ll never leave my bed and not be satisfied with your care.”
“Shh,” he said. “I’m focusing.”
I slammed my mouth down on his and kissed him.
Long minutes later, we both came.
My ribs didn’t ache at all.
And I was definitely satisfied with my care.
Twenty-Seven
One day I’ll be happy that my daughter is so strong willed. Today is not that day.
—Weaver’s secret thoughts
Weaver
“Are you joking?”
I looked at the bear that was on the telephone pole and said, “I’m not.”
“Son of a bitch,” my dispatcher groaned. “I’ll call wildlife management.”
A game warden showed up twenty minutes later.
Creed got out of his truck, walked up to my side, and stared at the problem.
“Huh,” he said. “What the fuck am I supposed to do with that?”
“Probably should call Boone,” I admitted. “We’re going to have to tranq him to get him down.”
“That would be my suggestion, too,” he said as he looked around the area. “If that baby’s up there, Mama has to be around.”
“That’s why I’m way back here, and nowhere near that telephone pole right now.”
Creed crossed his arms over his chest while I placed the call to Boone.
Boone answered on the fourth ring. “I can’t come today. I’m currently in surgery. Give me a rundown on what’s going on.”
I did.
“If you have someone run to my office, I have that catch parachute in my office. Tranq supplies are there, too. Creed can handle that,” he offered.
“I’ll have Major go get it,” Creed suggested. “He was on his way out here anyway.”
“Let me know if you need anything,” he said. “I have a horse that lost his tongue to deal with next, as well as a tiger on my surgery table right now.”
He hung up without any more explanation.
“Why would he have a tiger on his surgery table right now?” I wondered.
“I actually know the answer to that,” Creed said as he started typing on his phone. “The zoo’s vet got sick. Pancreatitis. Tiger was pregnant and having complications. Emergency c-section.”
“Interesting,” I found myself saying. “You get Major called in?”
“Yep,” he said. “He’s stopping by Boone’s and getting everything. In the meantime, how’re your girls doin’?”
“Fuckin’ fantastic,” I admitted. “Bossy is settling in good at the school. Eddy is getting better every day. They won their first soccer game last week.”
“And your parents?” he asked. “When do they get here?”
“They sold their house and all of their personal belongings last week. Bought an RV in Iowa. They’re driving up there to get it today, and they’re going to slowly start making their way here. Should be here at the end of the summer after they do a little driving around first.”