Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 121887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 609(@200wpm)___ 488(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 609(@200wpm)___ 488(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
Oh.
Wow.
We hadn’t talked about it all that much, but Javi sure had a lock on my family dynamic.
“Are you done?” Easton asked stiffly.
“That answer has been relayed to you repeatedly,” Javi responded.
I couldn’t see what was going on, but there was a very long, weighty pause where I figured my brother was trying to win a staring contest with Javi.
Unsurprisingly, he lost and stormed out.
I finished my eggroll.
The boys sat down.
Martha, who, in the meantime, had found herself a chair and pulled it to our table (so very Martha), slurped her coffee, leaned toward Shirleen and said, “I kinda don’t mind they get kidnapped, and their apartments broken into, as long as no one is hurt, seeing as, with these girls, nothing is ever boring.”
“Welcome to our world, sister,” Shirleen bragged smugly. Then she took a sip of the appletini Dream brought her.
Dream was also hanging around, so Luna said, “Dream, that was really cool of you.”
I tensed for Dream to go back to being Dream, but today was going to be full of surprises, I knew, when she replied, “I know I got this job only because Tito and Tex like you.” There was a very long moment of silence before she forced out, “Thanks.”
Luna was staring at her, shocked.
We were all smiling at each other, hopeful.
Tex walked into the room and boomed at Dream, “Probation over. You’re officially hired.”
And then he walked right out.
I glanced over at Tito.
He was still poking at his iPad.
But he was smiling.
TWENTY-SIX
“QUIETLY YOURS”
(BIRDY)
After we got back from SC, Javi and my quick afternoon nookie session turned into something entirely different.
I knew this by the way one of his big hands was wrapped around my wrists, holding them over my head so I couldn’t touch him.
I knew this by the slow, steady rhythm of the way he was finger fucking me (clearly, Martha had given him ideas).
But mostly, I knew it with the way his eyes watched my face as he touched me.
He was lavishing me with his affection because he was worried I was not as okay as I’d acted like I was—and I actually truly was—with the confrontation with my brother.
More…
He was falling in love with me.
He was beautiful. The way he was watching me was beautiful. What he was doing to me was beautiful (worth a repeat, he had very long, strong fingers). Even him being worried about me was beautiful.
But I needed more of him.
“Honey,” I whispered.
Being Javi, he didn’t make me wait. He didn’t make me beg.
Though he didn’t let my hands go. He slowly slid his finger out, rolled between legs I spread wider to accommodate him, took his cock in hand and fed it to me. Then he slid inside as he captured my lips in a deep kiss.
Not having the use of my hands, I circled him with my legs and rocked with his thrusts, our tongues dancing.
He broke the kiss only to run his tongue along the line of my neck.
And I knew it was time.
Time to make it official.
Time to say the unspoken words out loud.
So I turned my head and whispered, “I’m falling for you.”
He slid in deep, lifted his head, the expression on his face one I knew I’d never forget, not in my whole life, as he stared down at me, saying, “Thank fuck I’m not alone in that.”
Oh no.
I was going to cry.
I did not cry.
Instead, Javi’s fingers tightened around my wrists, his slow rhythm got a lot faster, the thrust of his hips a lot stronger, and the kiss he laid on me was a whole lot deeper.
Eventually, we couldn’t kiss anymore because we were panting (and I was moaning), our lips brushing. His hold on my wrists was so strong, it had a mite bite of pain, but I loved it. I loved Javi being all about me. I loved how strong he was. I loved that his one hand could hold down both of mine.
I just loved everything about my guy.
He’d cupped my breast, his calloused thumb rubbing circles around my nipple, and he was fucking me so hard, he grunted with each stroke.
This was when I found it.
Arching into him and digging my heels into his thighs, I closed my eyes and experienced yet another exquisite orgasm as delivered by my Javi.
He let my wrists go so he could grasp my hips, and I rounded him with one arm, clenched his hair with the other hand, and nibbled at his collarbone as he rode me until his finish.
I loved how loud he groaned when he came inside me.
Yep.
I just loved everything about my guy.
He stroked inside through his aftermath, before he pulled out and rolled to his back, but as he did so, he curled me around so I was tucked to his side.
I threw a leg over his thighs and an arm over his flat stomach.