Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22470 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22470 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
When Coralynn was dressed and ready, we met the group downstairs for breakfast, where we all talked, the guys about the golfing we’d be doing today and the girls about what needed to be sorted. Sadly, that meant losing Coralynn for the day until now.
“You could kiss me. That would really help me. I need my brain to shut off before I have to get in decorating mode, plus deal with my mom, who will no doubt go into a tailspin. Never in my life did I think I, the one who could be called the flighty woman in the Parker family, would have to talk her off the ledge before we get to work.” She takes a breath, fortunately, or she may run out of fucking air. I chuckle at the non-stop chattering. I’ve seen similar happen with Shae, it’s clear that this is a family trait. “What? I’m being honest. I was the take flights, not fights type of woman until I partnered with Shae for LITHE. Now, I’m a distinguished businesswoman,” she says with a hint of sarcasm.
“Oh, I know. Gotta say, I like that you didn’t switch up the outfits you wear. I’d hate to see the day you had to wear business suits,” I say right as I dip my head, hands sliding down the length of her spine, cupping her ass, squeezing my fingers. She hitches herself up until her legs are wrapped around my waist. The leggings do nothing to hide the heat between her legs or my cock that’s hard as a fucking rock anytime her peppermint taste is anywhere in the vicinity. I’ve learned, too, that she uses a lotion and hair product with the same aroma. Needless to say, I’m fucking addicted to her, totally and completely.
“That would be a shame, especially when my type of clothes allows me to feel you, all of you,” she murmurs, right as I carry us through the foyer and into the living room. I’m half-tempted to say the hell with the rest of the day and take Coralynn to bed. I would, too, if it weren’t for the shit she has to deal with thanks to a woman who clearly needs help doing her job.
“No doubt.” I lick my lips. Her eyes are hooded with desire, and she bites down on her lower lip as she plays with the ends of my hair at the nape of my neck. “Christ, it’s going to be hell not having you in bed with me tonight.” She didn’t say, though she didn’t have to. My mother has helped with plenty of weddings, and with our Italian heritage, the bigger, the better. And god help someone who tells my mom she doesn’t need help.
“I’ll be in bed with you. I might even wake you up when I join you.” Her thighs squeeze tighter. Each step I take has my dick grazing her clit. Looks like we’re going to make this fast, or else a search party is sure to come banging on my door for Coralynn.
“You fucking better,” I tell her as we land on the couch together, her back meeting the tufted seat. My thighs stay wedged between hers as my mouth fuses to hers. My tongue gains entrance instantly. Coralynn’s hands grip my hair, and she has no problem using my body as her private amusement park. And there’s not a doubt in my mind that she’ll have me coming in my pants again. I don’t give one single fuck if it happens, because with Coralynn around, containing myself is damn near impossible. I get back to our kiss, swallowing every moan, cherishing every rock of her hips, and enjoying the time we have until later tonight. Then I’ll be back inside her, exactly where I belong.
NINE
Coralynn
I look around, watching as my sister and Luke take their first spin on the dance floor as husband and wife. The last twenty-four hours have been dramatic to say the least, thanks to the wedding planner, Brenda, in the corner, who looks like the cat who ate the canary. While we were able to keep the near catastrophe from Shae, the same can’t be said for Luke, and from what Tony told me, the steam billowed from his ears when he found out. I kind of wish I were the fly on the wall when it happened, but I was busy putting out fires and setting up the reception area, where we currently are now.
Brenda nearly screwed the pooch, taking her sweet time going to pick up the table linens and drive back. She came in like she saved the day, with a flare of dramatics as if the issue at hand weren’t her own fault. I rolled my eyes at her theatrics. My mother elbowed me in the ribs and hissed to watch my facial expression. Brenda attempted to be a drill sergeant, putting us to even more work, and while I’d do anything for my sister, it took a lot of peppermint candy as well as patience to deal with her. By the time we finished everything up, it was nearly midnight, and all that needed to be done this morning were the floral arrangements.