Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 91595 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91595 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
“Should I go back to my bed?”
He shakes his head. “You’re in your bed, darlin’.”
My heart skips a beat, but he doesn’t allow me to comment. Instead, he leans in, slanting his hot mouth over mine in a soul-deep kiss that has my toes curling and my heart aching.
The kiss isn’t hasty or rushed.
No, it feels like Dean is settling in to kiss me for the rest of our lives.
CHAPTER
THIRTY
The Cousins
Ash
okay. I’m down.
Flint
??
Flint
you fell?
Skyye
huh?
Skyye
do I need to call 911?
Ash
I hate you two.
Ash
I’m down for Mom and Dean.
Ash
I have never seen my mom smile like she did when Dean walked in the door.
Flint
yeah, I wasn’t ready for how she looked.
Ash
she looked like a whole different person.
Ash
Dean did that.
Skyye
You should see the way he looks at her.
Ash
I did.
Flint
he was talking to us but looking at Mom.
Skyye
okay, so what’s the plan?
Ash
I think I’ll call Dean
Skyye
and say what?!
Ash
To see if he’s feeling my mom.
Ash
that’s not weird, right?
Flint
super weird.
Flint
I think we have to let this happen organically.
Ash
gross, dude, you need to get out from between that hippie’s thighs you’ve been with.
Flint
fuck off.
Skyye
wow, disgusting, and no, we have to plant some ideas. I’ll talk to Kenni and Dad, see where they are.
Flint
cool, report back.
Ash
and don’t fck it up.
Skyye
I won’t. I want this.
Flint
me too.
Ash
yeah, me three.
CHAPTER
THIRTY-ONE
Dean
I had every intention of getting up early to get Kenni coffee from Noelle’s, but the moment she nuzzled her nose into my chest, I knew I wasn’t moving.
I glide my fingers over her thighs, digging into her warm flesh as I trail kisses along her shoulder, her collarbone, and down her chest to her pert pink nipples. I lick her peak as she hooks her thigh over my hip, rubbing her wet heat against my begging cock. I suck her nipple into my mouth, and she says my name on a moan. “Dean, God…your mouth.”
I smile against her flesh before rolling onto my back and bringing her with me. Her weight settles against me, and she straddles my hips. Everything inside me wants her to be nowhere else but right here on me. I look up at her, in awe of her beauty. Her face is flushed, her body covered in beard burn, her hair a mess, and when she flashes that megawatt smile that brings out her dimples, I’m a fucking goner for her.
I almost told her I loved her last night.
But I know she’s not ready.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” I tell her, cupping her breast as she rolls her hips against my leaking cock. It’s always leaking for her, only her. She presses her palms down on my pecs, her fingers threading through the hair on my chest as she continues to grind on my cock. “Yes, darlin’, use my cock to get off.”
She whimpers as her eyes fall shut and her mouth parts. I pinch her nipples, loving the way she cries out as she starts to move faster. She’s soaked, her clit hard against my heated skin, and all I can do is watch the woman of my dreams in utter fascination. I can’t believe she hasn’t had a cock inside her since not long after the boys were born. That ex of hers is a fucking idiot because her pussy is the ultimate prize.
Kenni bites her lip and I groan, holding back from coming with her. “That’s it, Kenni. Come all over me. You look so fucking good on me.”
“Dean, Dean, please,” she cries, and my mouth parts in desire.
“I could come right now, just watching you. Fucking hell, darlin’. You are a gift.”
She comes then, throwing her head back and crying out so loudly, a whimper leaves my lips.
I whimpered.
Wow.
I shouldn’t be surprised.
I sit up, wrapping my arm around her waist as I take my cock in hand. Her eyes fly open when I bring her weight down on my cock, and she takes me into her tight heat. “I’ll pull out,” I grunt, thrusting up in there, and her pussy flutters around me. “I promise.”
She moans as I fill her. “You do this often?”
“Never,” I say against her jaw. “But if I fail at getting out of this sweet cunt, I’ll get you some Plan B.”
Her boys are eighteen, my daughter is sixteen; neither one of us is trying to have any more kids. As much as I want her swollen with my child, I’m not naïve. We’re older; our time has passed. It’ll be the two of us with the kids we made with others but whom we’ll love as our own.
“So romantic,” she laughs on a moan, and I nibble on her jaw.
“I can’t help it,” I grit out, holding her tightly to me as I thrust. “I want to feel every inch of this pussy.”
“God, Dean,” she moans as she rolls her hips, and I rock up into her, each thrust requiring a Herculean effort not to give in to the desire to fill her. “Harder.”