Total pages in book: 131
Estimated words: 126682 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 633(@200wpm)___ 507(@250wpm)___ 422(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 126682 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 633(@200wpm)___ 507(@250wpm)___ 422(@300wpm)
The yellow walls and curtains look the same. So do the stuffed animals, books, and toys on the bookshelf. But the space smells different. A scent of baby powder and laundered clothes lingers in the air. It feels different too. The room feels inhabited. There’s a palpable presence and subtle signs of life—diapers stacked on the changing table and a blanket forgotten over the back of the rocking chair.
My gaze falls on the red sports car in the corner. I could’ve bought Claire a racing helmet and taught her how to be a hell driver, how to beat the boys at rallies. I would’ve taken her to drag races with popcorn and ice cream intervals. Hell, I would’ve just settled for a couple of dogs and a pretty little girl running through the house, bringing the stuffy old rooms to life.
My chest closes up until I can’t breathe.
Shutting the door, I push everything down. I go to the bathroom, strip, and get into the shower. I should’ve used the wheelchair to take the pressure off my knee. I can hardly stand under the spray of the water. Instead, I sit down on the bench to shampoo my hair.
I nearly jump out of my skin when something brushes over my shoulder. My reflexes are fast. I strike out and grab whatever touched me in an iron grip even before I’ve pried my one eye open through stinging shampoo suds and water.
Anya stands in front of me, her curvy body gloriously naked and her whisky-colored eyes round in her pretty face.
“Jesus, Anya.”
I slacken my hold on her wrist, hating that I scared her and hating more that I didn’t hear her come into the shower. Before the attack, I never would’ve missed the sound of the door opening. My senses were sharp enough to discern the soft exhale of a breath in the midst of a fucking thunderstorm. Now, I’m a liability. I can’t even trust my hearing to protect my wife.
“I’m sorry,” she whispers.
I don’t hear the words as much as I read them on her lips.
Turning the left side of my face toward her not only to hear but also to see her better, I say, “No, I’m sorry.”
“I heard the water in the shower, and I thought…” She gives me a sultry look that has my dick stand at attention.
“Thought what?” I ask, my voice already husky with intention.
She straddles me, swinging her legs over my thighs before wrapping her arms around my neck. “That I could join you.”
She doesn’t wait for my answer. She leans forward, rubbing her nipples over my chest, and presses her mouth on mine. I don’t hesitate. I tease the seam of her lips with my tongue until she opens. Her mouth is warm. She tastes sweet—like strawberries. Her long hair cascades down her back, those vibrant red curls now straight and heavy with water.
“Anya,” I say, twisting that rope of hair around a fist and pulling down to tilt up her face.
I want to look into her eyes. I want her to show me the only thing that’s good between us, the only time I give her something that brings her pleasure.
“Sav?” she deadpans, her tone seductive.
Fuck.
“Do you know what you’re doing, treasure?”
Because she doesn’t have to. In this, I always gave her a choice. That will never change.
Her answer is to lift onto her knees and to close her fingers around the root of my cock. I nearly come when she positions the head at her entrance and sinks down over me. She parts her folds with the crest first, keeping still with her eyes closed and her head thrown back before taking me deeper.
It’s as much as I can handle. I lock my hands around her narrow waist and yank her down while punching my hips up and burying myself inside her to the hilt. Still, it’s not enough. I hold fast and pummel her pussy, taking everything with greedy, hard thrusts. She hangs on with her arms locked around my neck as I bounce her on my lap, moving too hard and too fast.
I’m close already, too close to hold back, so I let go, getting off inside her before I’ve had a chance to take care of her pleasure. I spill my load until I’m empty, and then I lift her onto her feet and spin her around.
A nudge between her shoulder blades shows her what I want. When she bends over, presenting her ass like I taught her, I drag her closer with my hands on her hips and bury my head between her thighs. Holding her to me with one arm around her waist, I clamp my teeth around her clit and flick my tongue over the nub while sinking two fingers into her slick, tight heat.
She arches her back, trying to escape when I bite down gently, but the playful slap I deliver on the soft flesh of her left globe makes her go still. It doesn’t take long before her inner muscles tighten on my fingers and her body draws taut. I keep on pumping and licking, making her ride out her climax until she collapses in my grasp.