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 don’t need this from my own daughter,” she bit out.
“Join the club, because for thirty years, I didn’t need my mother to act like I was at best, a nuisance, at worst, an utter failure, when in truth, I’m neither. I’m just me. And I prefer to spend my time with people who not only don’t treat me like that but think I’m pretty awesome.”
“I think you’re right,” she sniffed. “It’s best you don’t come to Easton’s dinner.”
That hurt too. It hurt a lot, but I powered through it.
“Agreed, Mom. Have a great Sunday.”
“Harlow—”
I disconnected. Then I silenced my phone.
After that, I reached out and put it on its charger.
That accomplished, I turned to Javi and ordered, “Take your pants off.”
“Mi pequeña, come here,” he said gently, trying to gather me closer.
“Javi, take your trousers off,” I commanded.
He studied me for long moments before, slowly, he got out of bed, and at the side of it, he took off his trousers.
I moved quickly, getting to my knees on the floor in front of him.
“Baby,” he whispered.
He was soft.
I took him in my hand, and then I took him in my mouth, and he got hard real fast.
“Babe,” he grunted, sifting his fingers in my hair.
I worked him with both hand and mouth (and tongue, and carefully, teeth), my eyes tipped up, his chin tucked in his throat, and our gazes locked. It took some doing. My jaw hurt, but by damn, I went at him with everything in my arsenal until his head jerked back, the veins in his neck stood out, and he shot into my throat.
I did not swallow.
Until Javi.
For Javi, I swallowed.
He couldn’t have recovered before I had his hands under my arms, I was going up, then I was down, on top of Javi, our legs entwined, his arms tight round me, and he gritted, “You got that out of your system?”
“Yes.”
“Get the rest out,” he ordered.
“Honey.”
He slid a hand up my spine into my hair and then he tucked my face in his throat.
With no other choice, I got the rest out, crying softly into his skin.
I did this for a while.
Javi let it happen without trying to silence me, but all the while soothing me.
I mean, wasn’t he the best?
When it started petering out, he stroked my hair and whispered, “We got plans for brunch and a blanket to buy. You up for that?”
I nodded against his throat.
“That had to suck, Lolita, but it was the right thing to do.”
I hiccoughed a little sob, because it did suck, it totally sucked, but I did this nodding again.
His arm around me gave a squeeze. “Proud a’ you.”
That meant everything.
I burrowed into him.
He gave it time before he said, “Also important to note, you get so deep in your feelings, you can’t figure out what to do with them, my dick is always available for you to suck off.”
That forced a shocked giggle out of me, but even so, I slapped his chest and snapped a weak, “Javi.”
His tone was warm and eased as he murmured, “Just so you know.”
I tipped my head back to look at him. “You can stop talking now.”
He smiled at me. “Not sure which is better. The pretty cheerleader bouncing on my cock, or on her knees, jacking it and sucking it like I’m gonna grade her on that shit. I’m gonna need you to do both again so I can decide. Though, just to say, you earned yourself an A plus with extra credit.”
The snap was a lot stronger when I said, “Javi!”
“I’ll decide later. Now, I need to recover. You give great head just normal, but when you’re deep in your feelings, babe, fuck. Rocked my fuckin’ world. Think you drained me so dry, I’ll need at least an hour to be ready for you again.”
Ugh!
Men!
I pushed off him, but of course, landed on my back with him on me.
“Shower first,” he stated. “Then food. Then the blanket.”
“Whatever,” I said to his ear.
“Harlow,” he called.
I looked at him.
He spoke.
“You said it, which is good, because if I witnessed that in person, I would have said it, and it would have gone really fuckin’ bad.”
“Stop being protective and awesome when you’ve just been a complete and total man,” I warned.
“Not sure I can be anything but a complete and total man,” he replied, his eyes dancing. “Also not sure you want me to be.”
This was true.
Ugh!
“I need to spend money,” I declared.
The last word was not fully out of my mouth before we were out of bed and on our way to the bathroom.
Honestly?
I was not at one with all I’d just said to my mother.
Then again, I never would be. The time would never be right.
I had no idea what would come of this. If we’d struggle forward as a family, but for me, I’d have built the boundaries I needed so I wouldn’t be forced “deep into my feelings” by her casual cruelty. Or if I’d just lost a parent, or two, or my whole family.