Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 55395 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 277(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55395 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 277(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
“You should get that,” I say after it keeps ringing.
“Fuck. I’ll be silencing the damn thing from now on.” My hand slides lower, meeting the root of his shaft, and while I want to keep this up, the moment Jagger answers the phone, I start to pull back.
“This better be fucking good, Trent.” I smirk. Jagger places his hand on top of mine, holding me there. A soft meow captures my attention. I look from the man whose attention is on the phone call to the side of Jagger’s bed. This time when I abandon his length, he allows it. Last night, I mentioned wanting Shadow to sleep with us. Jagger shook his head, as if he was going to tell me no. Which he did, by the way, but only because his bed is sky high and I have to use my knee or have a running start to get in it myself. He didn’t want Shadow to jump down and hurt herself or for her to try and jump and end up doing similar. She’s yet to make it on the couch, though she’s been trying, and while Jagger was right, I didn’t like it.
“Yeah, give me a minute. I’ve got to get my laptop to see what’s going on schedule wise.” Jagger lifts up, and I grab the sheets to cover myself from the cold air. Meanwhile, it doesn’t deter him in the least. I watch as he bends down, scooping up Shadow in one hand and bringing her to his chest. She rubs her nose against his skin. The girl knows what she’s doing. He holds her there for a minute while listening to Trent on the other end of the line, making noises in agreement or disagreement; I’m not really sure, and I don’t really care. I’m too busy watching the man I love be affectionate with a cat he rescued.
“You good, Lyric?” I’m asked, breaking my gaze from where Shadow is snuggled into his chest and move to Jagger’s face.
“Never better. Give me the kitten and go do your thing.” I hold my hands out for Shadow. I’m greeted with a smirk and my request is answered without hesitation. Shadow purrs, nuzzling into the shirt I’m wearing. The sheet fell from my hands when I accepted her, and she takes comfort in securing a place on me. I settle back into the pillows, propping them so I can sit up and realizing I should have asked Jagger for a toy for her to play with.
“Be right back,” he tosses over his shoulder, then walks down the hall naked like the day he was born. I trace my finger along her snout, and she moves her head into it, silently asking for more. Shadow and I hang out for a while. She bats at my hair with her paw, and I move it off my neck, fixing the collar of my shirt and my necklace when Jagger walks back in.
“When did you put that on?” He nods at the chain around my neck. He’d given me the necklace when we were teenagers. I wore it since the day he gave it to me on our last Christmas we spent together. I didn’t take it off until six months after he went silent, or what I thought was him going quiet. I never got rid of it. Instead, I put it in my jewelry box and kept it in there until yesterday, when I transferred it into my purse. After we showered last night, Jagger washing me and me returning the favor, I pilfered his shirt. Then moved through the house and into the foyer, where I hung my bag earlier in the day to find what I was looking for. A minute or so later, it was back where it belonged. Around my neck. Either Jagger didn’t notice it last night, or it ended up tucked beneath the fabric.
“Last night,” I reply.
“I like my present from years ago wrapped around you.” He gets lost in thought. I continue playing with Shadow, allowing him to have a moment to himself. It’s not until he climbs in beside me, wrapping his arm behind my back, and pulling me into the comfort of his body, that I reply.
“I like it, too. Is everything okay?”
“Yeah. Briar has a dance recital this week. We’re invited. Trent wanted to make sure I didn’t have anything going on since they always start at five o’clock. I told him we’d be there. Afterwards, they’re having dinner at their place. Our group has gotten too big to even think about having a dinner out unless we reserve a room, and doing it this way, the kids can play until they fall asleep, and the adults can talk.” Jagger’s finger drags along my neck where the chain sits.