Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 34166 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34166 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
“Jace.” I roll my eyes at his comment; he likes to tease me, and today isn’t any different.
“What, you think me leaving dirty socks in the living room is atrocious? Locke isn’t much better.”
“I’m well aware of where he puts his socks.” I’m dressed for work at The Social. I’m picking up a couple of extra shifts this week. Rory, Ronnie and Jude’s niece, is heading to college earlier than anticipated. The girl is wicked smart, and when offered the opportunity to head to Boston University during the summer schedule, she jumped at it. I don’t think Jude is handling it all that well, and Ronnie is definitely feeling it.
The days I’m not working at The Social, I’ve been helping Locke’s parents, Vanessa and Kyle, with the administration side. I have the spare time, and then I can always be backup when they go on vacation and Locke won’t have to do double duty.
“In the hamper, or I get my ass reamed. My boots also go in the boot tray or in the garage, which is where I can be lazy with my shit.” The garage is his domain. The truck that I’ve seemed to commandeer doesn’t fit in there, and all the other vehicles go under a covered pole barn that is newly added. Which meant the garage has become his workshop of sorts. It doesn’t bother me, and I rarely, if ever, go out there.
“What you’re saying is you’re whooped.” Jace pokes and prods.
“Brother, we’d be done with this shit if you’d get a move on it.” Locke shakes his head as he stacks another box on top of the others in the spare room. I’ll go through this stuff on my day off.
“You act like I’m getting paid by the hour. Doing this out of the goodness of my heart.” I let out a snort of a laugh, unable to control myself. My brother is a pain in the ass, but I love him.
“You headin’ to work, sugar?” Locke changes the subject and uses the name he’s given me. It does its job.
“Fucking gross. I’ll go grab the other boxes while you play tonsil hockey.” This is all in good fun, and I’m glad my relationship with Locke hasn’t changed their dynamic. They still go out for guys’ night to Twisted Oak, land at The Social if I’m working or head to another place to play a round of pool or darts before Jace will go his way and Locke will come home to me.
“Love you, Jace!” I say over my shoulder. His back is to me, and he waves his hand in the air.
“He gone?” Locke asks, walking me backward.
“Yeah, honey, he is.” There’s a sparkle in his eyes, and he doesn’t stop moving until we’re in our bedroom. He kicks the door shut, and I’m pressed against the now closed door.
“Like seeing you wear my ring, sugar. I’d like it even more if you were naked and didn’t have to work tonight.” Last night, Locke proposed to me in a way that’s pure him. It was out of the blue and caught me completely off guard. He was cooking, I was on the counter, we were talking about our day, then one thing led to another, and both of us were naked, dinner long forgotten. He was tunneling in and out of me, my finger to my clit because he also wanted to watch. Our skin was slick with sweat, our breathing deep and heavy. That’s when he did it.
Locke didn’t ask; he made a statement, and it set my world on fire. It wasn’t until after we came down from our orgasm, with him still planted inside me, when he slipped the emerald cut diamond on a gold band on my finger.
Pure Locke.
Pure me.
Pure us.
“I wish I could stay home and continue our celebrating, too.” His hand slides to the back of my thigh, pulling it up and wrapping my legs around his waist. He moves in, my skirt hikes up, his hips press in, and I feel his hard cock along my center.
“Didn’t plan this well at fucking all. Should have whisked you away, somewhere with sand, the ocean, and not a single person around. You’d be naked, I’d be naked, and I would take you anytime and anywhere I want.” His forehead rests on mine, his eyes close, and his nostrils flare.
“Honey,” I sigh, wanting that just as badly.
“I’m planning our honeymoon. You can have the rest, but I’m making that a reality. And it’s not going to be for a few days; it’s going to be two solid weeks. No phones, no texts, and no work.” That sounds like heaven. Kind of wish it could happen sooner, but depending on when Locke wants to tie the knot, maybe it won’t be.
“Yes, please.” I rock my hips. His hand slides beneath my panties, cupping the cheek of my ass, and his fingers move dangerously close to my already wet center.