Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 43102 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 216(@200wpm)___ 172(@250wpm)___ 144(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43102 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 216(@200wpm)___ 172(@250wpm)___ 144(@300wpm)
“There it is,” I whisper against her skin before I suck her nipple into my mouth and give it a good tug.
“Adam.”
“That’s right, baby.” She starts to flutter around me. “Fuck, you’re going to take me with you. Come for me, Alex.”
She buries her face in my neck and starts to shiver, coming so hard that she pulls my own climax right out of me. I come inside her, grinding up against her clit and making us both groan.
I want to tell her that I love her.
But I want to say it for the first time when Gabe’s with us.
“Whew.” She’s panting, leaning into me, and I fall back onto the bed, roll her onto her back, and kiss the fuck out of her, pouring all of my love into this kiss.
When we come up for air, Alex stretches and hugs me, then bounds out of bed and runs for the bathroom. I can’t help but chuckle and admire her backside.
Christ, she has a beautiful ass.
I hear the shower turn on, and I take that as my cue to get out of bed, throw on some sweats and a tee, and then pad out to the kitchen to make some breakfast.
To my surprise, there’s a note on the counter from Gabe.
Hey you two-
You looked gorgeous, all snuggled up together in our bed. I wish I could have stayed. There are fresh huckleberry muffins from The Sugar Studio in the oven.
Don’t have too much fun without me.
-G
Fuck, I love him.
Grabbing my phone, I shoot him a text.
Me: You know I love you, right? Thanks for the muffins. I’ll make bacon and eggs to go with them. We might have had a little fun without you this morning. I’ll make it up to you later.
I set the phone aside and pull the eggs and bacon out of the fridge, heat a pan, and am about to start cooking when he replies.
Mine: Those muffins are fucking delicious. But not nearly as delicious as you. Kiss her for me. I’ll kiss you myself when I get home.
Grinning, I set the phone aside again and get to work feeding our girl.
“I have to work at some point today.” Alex stretches her arms over her head and flops back on the couch.
She’s so fucking adorable.
“Why?”
“Because these articles won’t write themselves. But I don’t remember the last time I had a lazy day.”
“I wouldn’t call today lazy.”
She frowns over at me. “We had sex, had breakfast, watched cooking shows, took a nap, had sex again, and now we’re lying on the couch in our sweats watching a Marvel movie.”
“Productive day, if you ask me.”
I tug her into my lap, cup her chin in my hand, and kiss her thoroughly.
“I’ve had a fun day,” she admits with a sweet smile. “Thanks for spending it with me.”
“We’ll do it more often.”
Her eyebrow kicks up, making me smirk. “You’re going to voluntarily take more time off work?”
“I take days off, you know.”
She gives me the you’re full of shit look, and I kiss her cheek.
“Hey, you’re one to talk, little Miss I have to work on my lazy day with my man.”
She snorts, then shrugs. “You said it wasn’t lazy.”
“I love your smart mouth.”
She blinks rapidly. I notice hearing the word love unsettles her, but she’d better get used to it because Gabe and I say it often, and I plan to tell her, too.
Words matter.
“Honeys, I’m home.”
We both turn our heads at the sound of Gabe’s voice. When he walks into the living room and takes in the scene before him—the bowl of half-eaten popcorn, the blankets strewn about, and our girl on my lap—his eyes warm as he grins.
“How was work?” Alex tries to get out of my lap, but I hold her firm, and she scowls at me. “I need to go hug him hello.”
“He’ll come hug us both hello.”
Gabe chuckles, and the next thing I know, he dive bombs on top of both of us, hugging and kissing us, making us laugh.
“Mercy!” Alex yells. “I can’t breathe! You two are too heavy.”
Once we’re disentangled from each other, Gabe lifts Alex into his arms, she wraps her legs around his waist, and he kisses the fuck out of her.
“We missed you today,” she says to him, brushing his hair off his forehead.
“I missed you both,” he replies. “Especially because I knew exactly what you were doing, and I was jealous as fuck. I love cooking shows.”
We sent him texts throughout the day, keeping him posted on what we were doing. It was Alex’s idea.
“I didn’t want you to feel left out,” she says, kissing his nose before wiggling out of his arms. I move in, kissing the fuck out of my man.
“I like coming home to this,” he mutters against my lips.
“Doesn’t suck, does it?”
“Let’s tell her.”
“Tell me what?” Alex asks, her hands on her hips, watching both of us. Her gorgeous blue eyes go round, and her face falls as I see panic start to set in. “Oh God, what’s wrong?”