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)
I smoothed my hands over his face, his jaw, his hair, and I did all of that as I held back tears.
“I got the job with Mace, pay was a lot more, bought this place, I got rid of the big stuff, socked everything else away in one of the bedrooms,” he shared. “Only big things I kept were the nightstands and my dresser because I couldn’t afford to dump a load on new shit, and I needed those. They’re gonna get tossed when I can replace them. But other than that, told myself, nothing but the good stuff in this place.”
“No,” I agreed huskily. “Nothing but the good stuff.”
“No,” he whispered, his hands ceasing their movements so he could curve his arms around me. “Nothin’ but the good stuff.”
Oh my God.
Did he just…?
He did.
I couldn’t stop myself, though I didn’t know why I would.
I kissed him.
When I did, a rumble started in his chest that I felt, and then it sounded in my mouth, which I also felt (and both were stellar), and he kissed me back.
I buried my hands in his hair and kissed him harder.
He yanked the ponytail out of my hair, it tumbled all around us, this before he cupped a cheek of my behind and surged up, taking me with him, twisting, then we were down, with me on my back, and Javi on top.
God, it was just so amazing (and hot) that Javi could do things like that.
We kissed. We touched. He claimed my breast with his hand, my nipple with his thumb. Not long later, he got his other hand in my cute, flirty panties.
For my part, I got my hands up his Henley and did a thorough exploration of the acres of warm skin and firm muscle I found there.
It was the best trip I’d ever taken.
Bar none.
It was when I pushed both my hands in the waistband of his jeans and got two handfuls of his round, hard bottom, Javi reciprocated the gesture, at the same time burrowing with his strong hips so he was between my legs. He then pulled me up and ground his very hard boy parts into my very soft (and wet) lady parts.
I gasped into his mouth because that felt so good.
And then I was flying through the air, my hair flying with me (naturally), only to land straddling his lap again because he was seated on the couch. My fingers were curled on his shoulders to hold on. His fingers were still curled on my behind inside my panties.
And yes, that felt so good too, I just didn’t understand this change in position.
“Give me a minute,” he requested thickly.
Oh no.
Was he going to stop?
“Javi—” I started.
“That isn’t slow, baby,” he said.
“I think—” I began to walk back my rule of going slow, a rule I suddenly decided was stupid and should be broken at all costs.
He kissed me quiet, and he did it quick before backing his head away.
“We’re gonna do it like you want it done,” he declared.
“I think I’ve changed my mind on how I want it done,” I replied.
His smile was reminiscent of the one he’d given me the night before, though there was no relief, just warmth and a whole lot of smugness (and I hated that I loved it), before he said, “Waited so long, you bein’ so sweet this morning, you got your hands on my ass, I knew it wasn’t gonna be how we need it to be. It’d be me fuckin’ you hard on my couch. My first time with my Lolita is not gonna be fuckin’ her hard on my couch. You with me?”
No.
I was not with him.
Although his sentiment was lovely, I wanted him to fuck me hard on his couch.
Therefore, I bit my lip.
He burst out laughing.
I stopped biting my lip and frowned.
He extricated his hands from my panties.
I frowned harder.
He stopped laughing but he didn’t stop grinning.
And he commenced planning our day. “First, we’re gonna swing by your place to grab the shit you need so you can do you here.”
“It’s good you have a truck then, because I have nighttime rituals too.”
He kept grinning and spoke on like I didn’t.
“You’re also going to grab a pretty dress and heels for our date tonight.”
Within milliseconds, I catalogued my wardrobe and decided what I was going to wear.
Man, I hoped he liked it.
“Then I’m gonna drop you at your storage unit so you can do your thing with your girls,” he said.
I blinked. “You know about that?”
“Yeah.”
“How do you know about that?”
“Guys talk too, lil’ mama.”
This was something to make note of, which was something I did.
“You okay with it?” I asked dubiously.
“Can I stop you?”
He probably could, but it wouldn’t go well for him.
“No,” I replied.
“Then, no. Cap called this morning. He and Gabe are gonna be on you.”