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)
This is what I wanted.
My person.
I turn my head, kissing her temple as she cuddles deeper into me. I ate her pussy against the shower wall before filling her and making her scream my name so loudly, I’m pretty sure her screams echoed off the mountains. Now she sits in my shirt that reaches her thighs and a pair of my boxers since I wouldn’t let her go back to the room she only slept in for one night. It isn’t her room—fuck no, our room is where she belongs. I take a sip of my coffee before leaning back against her temple.
“This is nice,” she whispers, almost as if she’s not sure she should admit it.
“It’s perfect.” I turn to look over at her, and she gives me a small grin. Her cheeks are rosy, her hair a mess and somewhat wet from where the water from the shower hit her when I was going down on her. She has beard burn all over her neck, along with little marks from my teeth. She looks ravished, and I’m fucking obsessed. “God, you’re fucking beautiful.”
Her eyes brighten and her lips tip up higher as she leans in, pressing her nose to mine. “Stop.”
“Never,” I promise, rubbing my nose along hers. “I can’t not tell you that.”
Her lips curve ever so beautifully, and I press mine to hers. She falls into the kiss, my body lighting on fire when her tongue peeks out to slide along my lips. I open for her, and the kiss turns desperate and needy. I’m about to toss my fucking coffee cup and pull her to straddle my lap when her phone rings.
We pull apart, and I glare at her playfully. “I thought I said no phones?”
She gives me a shy smile. “The boys usually call in the morning.” I narrow my gaze, but then she gives me a smacking kiss, and there is no way I could be mad at her. She pulls her phone from under her thigh, and I watch as her brows pull in. “Damn it,” she mutters before answering. “Hello? Hey. No, that’s fine.” I watch as her face morphs from beauty to pure fury. “What does that even mean? He can do that? Even though he signed? But he’s only doing that to try to prolong this to a year. Surely we can fight this.” When she starts to tremble, I take her cup and mine then put them on the floor before wrapping my arms around her and nuzzling her neck. She relaxes slightly but then bites out, “Fine. Okay. Yeah, if I need to come up there, I will.”
Yeah, so will I.
“Thank you. Okay. No, that’s fine. Call anytime. Thank you. Bye.”
When she hangs up, I don’t move. I only hold her as she breathes in and out. Her voice is small, rough, as she says, “Stratford’s lawyer contacted mine and said he doesn’t want the divorce. He’s rescinding his signature.”
I hold her tighter. “Okay. What’s the plan?”
“My lawyer is fighting it. I have proof of his affair, his other children, plus I made copies of the trust that says we had to be together for twenty years. My lawyer is confident, but I may have to go to court.”
“I’ll go with you.” She melts against me, and I nuzzle deeper into her neck. “It’ll be okay.”
I can hear the tears in her voice when she whispers, “I’m not divorced.”
“Doesn’t change a thing,” I say automatically. Because it doesn’t. She’s mine, and I go to tell her that when the alarm that I have at the entrance to my driveway sounds. Someone is coming. Kenni recognizes the noise and moves to untangle herself from me. I sit back, but I don’t let go. “What are you doing?”
“Someone is coming.”
“So?”
She pulls away, her eyes glassy and full of nerves. It’s like I’m watching in real time as walls come up around her. “Dean, let me go. I don’t want anyone seeing us like this.”
Now, her telling me she isn’t divorced didn’t piss me off, but that comment, it enrages me. “The fuck? So, we’re hiding?”
“Dean!” she yelps as she moves away, standing up and knocking over our coffees. She leans over, giving me a view of her thick ass in my boxers, but I don’t grab her the way I want. Instead, I watch as she hightails it into the house, and I’m fucking pissed. I stand just as Sadie shuts the door to her van, her brows in her hairline.
“Damn, was her ass on fire?”
I glare. “Yeah, thanks for ruining a great morning.”
My sister just snorts at that as she comes up the porch and yells out, “I’m not going to be offended my best friend ran when I showed up.”
“I have to pee,” Kenni hollers back, and I roll my eyes as I drop back down onto the porch swing. Sadie rolls her eyes and comes to sit beside me. She crosses her legs and looks out at the view of the mountains as we rock.