Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 92941 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 465(@200wpm)___ 372(@250wpm)___ 310(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92941 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 465(@200wpm)___ 372(@250wpm)___ 310(@300wpm)
Mordecai and Helen had left once they knew that Beau was on the mend, planning to meet up with their sons to warn them about the theory that new mates were being targeted. Matthias and his mate had already met up with Danny and planned to meet them back home in Montana.
Matthias didn’t know where Charles was, but he had met him. He said it was the happiest he’d ever seen Zeke. He also said that Charles’s sister was protective, and there was no way that they would’ve split up.
The Boucher brothers were still trying to track her passport. Charles’s passport hadn’t turned up.
“We’re just going to dinner,” Beau said, leaning against the doorway as I blow-dried my hair. “You don’t need to do that.”
“It won’t dry by the time we leave,” I explained patiently, meeting his eyes in the mirror.
“We have a couple of hours. Think of all the other things we could be using that time for,” he said, moving into the room.
“Origami?” I asked innocently, turning off the hair dryer so I didn’t accidentally blast him in the face with it. “Checkers?”
“We’re leaving that thing here when we go,” he replied, ignoring my joke as he wrapped my damp hair around his fist.
“That would be inconvenient,” I blustered as I blindly set the hair dryer on the counter. “But you did say we could buy anything we forgot at home.”
“I like it like this,” he murmured, giving my hair a soft jerk.
“It’s wild,” I countered, arching into him. I’d never get sick of the way his body surrounded me, one hand on my belly, his feet bracketing my own.
“It’s you,” he argued. “Fucking chaos.”
“I seem to remember you not liking chaos,” I reminded him with a moan as his hand slid up my torso.
“I’m embracing the chaos.” His hand slid from my breast and trailed down the skin of my stomach before sliding under the hip of my panties. “Why the hell are you wearing these?”
“Because you like them,” I replied, shimmying my hips to help him pull them down.
“Bullshit,” he countered.
“Because we’re going to dinner with your family,” I conceded. “And I’m wearing a dress.”
“So?”
“So, I’m not going commando around your parents.”
“Pity,” he muttered as he dropped to his knees behind me. “I like it when you’re bare.”
The first swipe of his tongue had me rising onto my toes, my hands sliding along the top of the counter until they smacked into the wall. I groaned in disappointment when his mouth lifted away, but I should’ve known he wouldn’t leave me. Wrapping his hand around the back of my thigh, he shoved it upward until my knee was braced on the countertop.
“Stay right there,” he ordered.
“I don’t take orders from you,” I gasped, my back arching painfully as he dove back in.
The feel of his lips and teeth and tongue brought me close to the edge so quickly that my head spun. I was right there—so close—when he pulled away again.
Seconds later, he was on his feet behind me, thrusting inside so forcefully that my arms strained as I held myself in place.
“Made for me,” he whispered into my ear, his lips trailing down to my neck as he lifted my torso. “All mine.”
“Maybe you were made for me,” I moaned, grinding my hips against his. He felt so much deeper after I’d straightened. “My soul was probably here longer than yours.”
Beau smiled against my neck as our eyes met in the mirror. “I like that explanation better.”
“God, you feel good,” I whispered, dropping my head back against his shoulder as he glided in and out of me.
His teeth pierced my skin, and I came, the waves of pleasure throbbing with my heartbeat as his hand covered my mouth. Biting down, I let his blood trickle into my mouth, and my orgasm intensified. By the time his orgasm ended and his hips stilled, I was a quivering mess.
“Your hair’s dried,” he informed me as he gently pulled out.
“I look insane,” I stated, staring at my messy hair in the mirror. It was huge.
“You’re gorgeous, Reese Matthews,” Beau argued, kissing my shoulder blade as he pulled up his jeans.
“You know,” I said nonchalantly, throwing the hair dryer back beneath the sink. “I’m not committed to that name.”
Beau paused behind me. “What do you mean?”
“You know, Matthews. It’s not like I have any emotional attachment to it.”
“That’s good to know,” he said slowly.
“So, I could change it.”
I knew the instant he realized what I was saying.
“Are you asking me to marry you?” he teased, raising his eyebrows.
“I’m saying I would be open to it,” I corrected, turning to face him. “You know, if at some point—”
“How about tomorrow?” he asked seriously. “We’ll do it before we get your passport. Danny will be here to pick us up.”
“Not tomorrow,” I blustered, rolling my eyes. “If we get married, I want a dress and all that.”