Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 107254 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 536(@200wpm)___ 429(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107254 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 536(@200wpm)___ 429(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
“Amazing,” he says with a smile as I cut my steak and put a piece in my mouth. The spices make my mouth water as I chew it.
“How did Rosy do?” I ask of the special horse I knew would go to Lucy the minute she walked in with Emmett.
“She was so good,” he replies, and I smile as I grab a forkful of the corn he made as a side, along with the roasted potatoes.
“How was Lucy?” I’m sad I missed it but happy the two of them got to share that moment.
“She was…” He shakes his head. “She’s a fucking natural.” He chuckles.
“Well, she obviously got it from her father.” I point the fork at him.
“She learned from somewhere,” he states, and I see his eyebrows go up. “Want to know what else she learned?” I tilt my head to the side, waiting for him to say whatever it is he needs to say. “She asked me when she could go fast.” I chuckle and then quickly put my hand in front of my mouth to stop the noise. “She’s out for the count. She slept like an hour last night and then I made her ride and muck stalls all day long. She was begging to go to sleep at five.” We both laugh now.
I finish eating the whole plate before I walk over to the sink and rinse it off and put it in the dishwasher. I’m wiping my hands when the room goes into darkness when the television goes off. I look over at his shadow walking to me. “Ready for bed?” His voice is low, and he slides his hand into mine as we make our way to his bedroom and his bed.
“Am I sleeping in here?” I ask as we walk into his bedroom, and he wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me to him.
“Yeah, baby,” he confirms before his mouth is on mine, and he walks me backward to his bed. “This is where you’re going to sleep.” I don’t say anything else because I get lost in him.
Chapter Twenty-Six
EMMETT
“What the hell is that noise?” I grumble as I hear the soft sound of bells fill the room.
“My alarm,” she mumbles from behind me. I’m on my stomach in the middle of my bed, and she’s draped over me. Her front is plastered to my side; her legs tangled with mine as her hand drapes over my back. “Can you get it?”
I let go of the pillow I wrapped my arms around not too long ago and grab her phone off the bedside table. “Jesus, what fucking time is it?” I hiss when I see that not even the sun is up.
“It’s just after five,” she whispers as I turn off her phone, putting it back on the side table before turning into her.
“Emmett,” she moans out my name as I bury my face in her neck and pull her even closer to me.
“Take this off,” I hiss as I pull up my T-shirt she put on last night after I went to dispose of another condom I used. At this rate, I’m going to have to get another fucking box.
She lifts her hands over her head so I can get rid her of the T-shirt as I toss it to the other side of the bed, bending down and taking a nipple into my mouth. “Emmett,” she moans out my name.
“Yeah, baby.” I turn to her other nipple, taking it into my mouth and sucking it, then nibbling on it, and her back arches. Every fucking time I feel like it’s the first time. Every fucking time I say it is the last time, I go back for more. My goal is to fuck her out of my system, except the more I fuck her, the more I want her. She’s better than any drug I’ve ever taken in my life, and let me tell you, I’ve tried them all. All to fight the poison away, but with just one touch she pushes it back. Lets it go back into the black box I’ve let it fester in inside my body.
“Lucy?” she questions and I shake my head.
“She gets up at six thirty,” I remind her. “We’ve got time.”
“But,” she says as I turn her on her back, reaching over and grabbing a condom, “it’s too risky.”
“The door is locked,” I remind her of my bedroom door I locked last night when I dragged her into my bed after we watched television with Lucy. After she came in from doing homework for the second day in a row. This time before it got dark, and the three of us sat and had dinner like we’ve been doing it since Lucy was born.
“But what if she gets up?” Her voice trails when I turn back to her and run my hand through her pussy, sliding a finger inside her.