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)
Just like me.
I couldn’t block Easton from my email, and he sent me one, sharing his sentiments that I was solely to blame for our parents’ breakup, adding that Mom agreed.
Although this annoyed me, since this kind of thing was standard practice in the O’Neill family, that was only mildly.
It didn’t mildly annoy Javi.
He went to visit Easton at his office.
I didn’t get any more emails after that.
Just in case you were wondering, although Javi and Dad didn’t have the best first meeting-of-the-new-boyfriend in history, Dad liked Javi.
Then again, who wouldn’t like that their daughter found themselves a protective, doting, smart, financially-secure man to fall in love with?
Dad sure didn’t.
So that about summed things up.
Except to say…
Javi and I worked our two-place thing just as well as Eric and Jessie did.
His armchair arrived, and it was rad.
He bought a rug (with my input, but he totally had opinions, and in the end, it was his pick), and it perfectly pulled the room together.
His kitchen not only had the blender, the toaster, and the coffeemaker, it also had a sleek black pot filled with utensils (because we liked to cook together, and even though his kitchen was bigger, Javi found ways to bump up against me when we did). And he spent more money on a block of knives (times two, since he wanted the same at my place) than I ever knew you could spend on knives.
And his new dresser and nightstands were arriving in a week.
We had a slight hiccup when we went shopping for my new yoga mat and exercise paraphernalia, and Javi thought he could pay. I had to take him aside so the lady at the register didn’t have to listen to us bickering, it got so bad.
But in the end, this time, I won.
It seemed I didn’t have to have my How to Deal with An Alpha lessons.
Javi and I were doing just fine.
Most importantly, the Big Thing happened like this:
“You’re the best!”
“No, you’re the best!”
“No, you are!”
“No, you are!”
“Neither of you are!” Martha entered this shouting match Alexis and I were drunkenly having across the courtyard after we’d had a foursome date during which Alexis and I had imbibed copiously. “Now, shaddup!”
At this juncture, Jacob threw Alexis over his shoulder and walked her into their new pad.
And since I was standing just outside our door, Javi picked me up under my arms, pivoted, deposited me in the apartment, turned, closed and locked the door.
When he turned back, I attacked the fly on his jeans.
“Baby,” he rumbled, his voice shaking with laughter.
I tucked the tip of my tongue into the side of my mouth as I concentrated.
“Baby.” This time, that word was swallowed up by his laughter.
Ugh!
His zipper was being so difficult!
I gave up on his fly and threw myself at him.
He caught me by picking me up with two hands on my ass (therefore I wrapped four limbs around his body), and he carried me to the bedroom as I rained kisses all over his face, neck and throat.
We went down on the bed, me on my back, Javi on me.
So I rolled him and pulled at his T-shirt.
Javi took over with his tee so I switched targets to attempt to wrangle his fly again.
“Mi pequeña, you can slow down. I’m not going anywhere,” Javi said.
I sat up straight and stared down at my guy and his gorgeous face and his magnificent chest on my pink velvet comforter, thinking about how he was a man who could be cool with my dad and who could consider a sit-down with his dad. Thinking about how he handled the burgeoning relationships with his sisters with such natural care. About how he had the strength, compassion and love to act like his mom was any normal mom, when she tragically was not. About how he treated his non-blood-but-still-bonded brothers and how he was great with my non-blood-but-still-bonded sisters.
Last, I thought about how he was so incredibly beautiful to me. How he was the key to unlock the door I would walk through to leave the angst and self-doubt behind and be safe to be just me.
So of course I blurted, “I stopped falling for you a while ago, Javier Montoya. It’s official. I’m in love with you.”
When I said these words, his face changed.
His demeanor changed.
Our positions changed.
And approximately five seconds later, my hands held over my head in both of his, the flirty skirt of my cutesy dress bunched at my waist, my panties definitely a write off since Javi ripped them off me (literally) and Javi’s jeans pulled over his ass, he was fucking me hard when he demanded, “Again.”
“I’m in love with you,” I panted.
Javi fucked me harder.
God!
I came with a loud cry of his name.
Javi came with a long groan.
It was after, when he was still hard inside me, my breath had not regulated, neither had his, with his lips against the skin of my neck, he said, “I love you too, lil’ mama.”