Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 90951 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90951 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
She’s even louder this time, the sound of her crying out as she comes a sweet song, I wasn’t sure I’d ever hear again.
“Fuck, I love it when you come for me,” I rumble, my voice so deep it vibrates my ribs, the same ones our baby kicked while I was kissing her mama.
My baby.
My woman.
In my mind, I stake claims I have no right to make, but I can’t stop the thoughts any more than I can stop the choked sound that escapes my throat as Bea pushes at my shoulders and demands, “Your pants. God, Blue, get your pants off. Now. Please, now.”
I rise on unsteady legs. She’s on me before I can drop my hands, ripping open the button at the top of my jeans and fumbling with my zipper. Her hands shake, and her breath is still coming fast, making her larger-than-usual breasts threaten to heave out of the top of that dress.
I suddenly want my mouth on her breasts, on her nipples, want it so desperately that my mouth floods. I want her naked and under me or on top of me or however my girl wants it, with her nipples in my mouth, more than I’ve ever wanted anything.
But we shouldn’t do that here.
“Wait,” I say, covering her hand with mine. “Let me take you to your room. To the bed.”
“Don’t want a bed. Don’t need one,” she says, tugging my jeans and underwear down enough to free my cock, making me gasp as the cool air hits my painfully swollen length. “Clover can’t get out of bed without help. No one’s going to see us, and I need you. Now. Right now.”
She strokes me up and down, making my head fall back and the room spin.
“Look at you, so hard you’re purple,” she murmurs, clearly approving of how shameless I am for her. “I love seeing how much you want me, Archer. I love it so much.”
I feel her hot tongue swirl around my tip and go out of my head for a second.
All I know is by the time the doorbell rings, I’m braced against the back of the couch with one hand and about to guide my dick into Beatrice with the other.
At the sound of the buzzing, we both freeze, our wide eyes locking as she whispers, “Ignore it. Maybe they’ll go away.”
Before I can reply, the doorbell rings again, followed by a familiar voice calling, “Bea? You home? It’s Baylor. Charlotte said you guys would be back from the hospital by now.”
Nix.
Fuck.
Fuck and double fuck.
I scramble back like a teenager caught making out behind the barn during morning chores. Bea yanks her skirt down, running a shaking hand through her hair, while I fumble with my zipper, willing my raging hard-on into submission.
“Yeah, we’re here. Just a second!” she calls out, her voice an octave too high. She glances around, struggling to see past her belly as she hisses, “Any idea where my panties are?”
I spot them on the floor by the coffee table and scoop them up, pressing them into her hand. “I’ll get the door.”
“Not yet, wait,” she whispers, before adding in a louder voice as I help her to her feet. “Just making a mess in the kitchen, and my hands are soaking wet. One second. Hey, Blue, are you in the shower yet?” She widens her eyes at me as she balances on one leg, wiggling her panties up her thighs as she wills me to play along. “Blue’s getting settled in the guest room. He’s going to be staying with us for a while to help out with Clover.”
“Yeah, Charlotte told me,” Nix says. “That’s great.”
“It is,” Bea agrees, before adding, “oh, hey, Blue. There you are.”
“Yeah, hi, what’s up?” I say, in the most stilted voice ever, making Beatrice roll her eyes before jabbing a finger to her crutches.
I lunge for them, ashamed that I needed direction.
But then, I don’t have much blood headed to my brain at the moment.
“Can you let Bay in? He’s at the door,” she says, accepting the crutches I’ve fetched. “We didn’t expect you until tomorrow, Baylor. Did you get in early from the trip?” To me, she murmurs, “I’ll pull myself together in the kitchen. Go slow.” She casts a pointed glance at my fly before adding, “Don’t open the door until you’re not on the verge of poking his eye out, okay?”
I nod, exhaling a rush of breath. “I’ll try.”
I swallow, doing my best to shift gears as I head for the door.
I think about all the expenses I haven’t categorized in my bookkeeping software. I think about the ice bath in the physical therapy room. I think about the sewer smell that’s been drifting into my apartment ever since the city started replacing the pipes nearby, and the potentially rabid possum spotted in my neighbor’s trash.