Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 50032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 167(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 167(@300wpm)
The matte black Range Rover with black interior and black rims cost a whack. It’s also a hybrid and has more creature comforts than needed. It was the one want I gave myself. It also helped my conscience that my older SUV is now with my sister. Her former car had some age on it. She commutes to and from work a lot more than I do, so it made sense to give it to her rather than trade it in to only receive pennies for it.
“About time you join us.” Asher’s voice carries through the parking lot after I get out of the car and close the driver’s side door. I’m re-thinking texting the group last night after Winnie and I took a shower together, my hands on every inch of her body, re-affirming the fact that my wife missed more than a meal here and there. I love her more than her body, except when I know she worked herself to the bone to provide for others and not keep herself fed.
I worshipped her body. There wasn’t a place my hands or mouth missed, and when she returned the favor, it was all I could do to hold back. Winnie’s touch lights me up inside, catching fire, building flames, and where she’s concerned, they’ll never burn out. The tightly held control I had went by the wayside when my wife dropped to her knees, hands clenching my thighs, and her mouth engulfed the head of my cock. I did the only thing I could do.
I held on.
I held the fuck on.
She licked, slurped, laved, and worshipped my cock until she sucked my goddamn soul out of me.
When she was done, I helped her up and kissed her, tasting myself on her tongue, and my woman needed relief. Winnie getting off while getting me off, she’s my perfect fucking match. Which is why I repaid the favor, only instead of my cock or fingers, I used my mouth. I’d worked her harder than I should have. She’d be wrecked today if she took my cock again. I was tempted to wake her up this morning with me buried deep insider her but for the slight tinge of pain she gave away when we crawled into bed.
“I can’t believe you dragged your women out this early in the morning,” I reply, making my way toward the group. Most of us don’t require a heck of a lot of sleep, Asher being a firefighter, Trent being a detective, and myself having weird-as-fuck hours at the club, so we roll with whatever we can get. I’m not sure what Lennie and Kenny’s sleep is like. I only know my wife’s. She prefers as much as possible, not being woken up in a jarring way, and the only time I can get away with waking her up is when it’s for something a hell of a lot better than heading to work.
“Brother, you know they were up, dressed, and ready to go before we were. The excuse to shop, they’re all about that,” Trent offers when we’re all standing in a huddle.
“I’m so excited. I haven’t shopped for little kid anything in so long. This is going to be so much fun.” Lennie claps her hands together with excitement.
“Same, plus for a boy. This is going to be insane, getting cute little boy clothes, setting up his bedroom. Which, by the way, where are you getting furniture?” Kennedy hooks her thumb over her shoulder and points to the store. “I don’t think this one is going to have a dresser, bed, mattress, and nightstand,” she says with a smile before taking a sip of what I’m sure is some sugared version of what she likes to call coffee, with more creamer than anything.
“Already did an online order. It’ll be ready for pick-up in two hours. I’ll need help in the form of a truck, if one of you won’t mind?” My car isn’t big enough, and there isn’t enough time to grab a rental truck in order for this to get done today.
“I’ve got you covered. Trent and Kenny are only here for this trip. You’ve got Lennie and me for however long it takes to get everything sorted,” Asher says.
“Alright, so, game plan. Do you have one? Do you know what Seb is into?” Lennon goes in for the kill. Luckily for me, I’ve got my parents digging into all the information I need.
“Yep, keeping the bedding character free. That way, when he grows out of his love of dinosaurs, it’ll be easier to transition into something else. Mom mentioned clothes need to be easy to get on and off, no buttons or snaps. He’s teetering on the side of outgrowing what he’s in now, which is a 3T, and we should size up. Also know he’s obsessed with race cars and loves to be read to.” I had a hell of a time figuring out sizing when it comes to toddlers. Briar only ever received toys from me growing up, the noisiest the better, which means Kennedy is going to pay me back big time.