Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 80257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
Nate grunts down at me. “I’m happy to bring it all in and set it up for you because I know you’re desperate to watch me do it, but I’m not moving it around the house a hundred times. That’s a bitch job and that’s what Jesse’s for.”
I tilt my chin and press my lips against his. “Deal.”
Nate kisses me back and it’s not long before he rolls us so he hovers above me with his hips pressed down on top of mine. “You tired?” he questions as he drops his lips to my neck.
“Mmmm,” I nod, closing my eyes as the satisfaction of his touch rockets through me.
Nate’s hand slides down my body until his fingers are hooked beneath the fabric of my underwear. He keeps sliding and removes them off my legs and once they’re gone, he pushes up off me and slowly peels open my legs before coming back down. “Let me help you sleep.”
I feel him there and a moment later, he slides inside as his hands travel back up my body. He weaves his fingers through mine while moving slow and setting my body alight.
His lips come down on mine and I’ve never felt anything quite so sensual and erotic as he makes love to me.
The only issue is that sleep is now the last thing on my mind.
Chapter 5
“Hot damn,” Brooke groans under her breath as we lean up against our new kitchen counter with Kaylah. Brooke makes a show of fanning herself as my eyes lock onto the scalding sight before me.
Nate walks through our new home with a huge box thrown over his shoulder as he makes his way down to my brand new bedroom.
It’s a stinking hot day and the sun is right in the middle of the sky, the very hottest part of the day so I’m not surprised to see that since the last time he walked through here, his tank top has been stripped off and is hanging out the back of his loose shorts, displaying every little ridge and bulge of his toned body. I mean, watching him walk in with his front on display and his strong arm holding the box up, balancing it on his shoulder is one thing. But to have him turn down the hall and give us the back view… he’s like a gift to womankind. The only problem is the cocky bastard knows it.
“Hey, Tora,” Jesse’s amused voice comes from the front door. “Careful. You’re drooling.”
Nate’s chuckle comes tearing up the hallway and I roll my eyes before flipping off Jesse. I love that little turd but he sure knows how to push my buttons. “Jealous?” I fire back. “Kaylah’s drooling too, but I don’t see her eyes on you.”
“Yeah, because if she looked this way, we’d be the ones christening your new place.”
“Too fucking late,” Nate calls from my bedroom. “We christened this place three fucking times already.”
Jesse laughs and shakes his head as he drops his box in the living room while Brooke elbows me. “Is that what you were doing when I was trying to get a hold of you this morning?”
“I’d say guilty but after the way he blew my mind, I certainly don’t feel any guilt about it.”
Nate returns back up the hallway, winks, and disappears out the front door again, prompting us to turn back to the box of kitchenware on the counter that we were sorting through.
Another box gets brought in and Brooke looks back over her shoulder. “Ugh,” she groans quietly. “I still don’t understand what he’s doing here.”
I look back and grin at the sight of Maxen walking through our new home. He’s been working his ass off this morning, helping us to get everything in. I mean, they all have been. They must be exhausted. All the boys are here, even Jackson put off a gym session to come and give us a hand, and to be honest, I’m surprised Tyson could manage to peel the girls off long enough to be helping.
With so many guys here, Brooke’s mom, and both my parents, we’re getting so much done. Both the moms are down in the bedrooms pulling linen on the newly installed beds and hanging up the thousands of clothes that came in boxes and bags.
Dad is going around putting little rubber footings under all the pieces of furniture so the floorboards don’t get scratched. He started by helping the boys carry everything in, but he’s not a spring chicken and quickly exhausted himself. I don’t doubt he’ll sleep the whole flight to London tomorrow.
As Maxen passes, his eyes flick up to Brooke, the same way they have been all day, but it’s different. It’s not the same leer he used to give her, there’s no pervy comment thrown in afterward, it’s pure longing and I know I shouldn’t, but my heart kind of breaks for him. He’s been a perfect gentleman today and hasn’t said a word to her out of respect for not wanting to annoy her in her new home.