Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 64880 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64880 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Her entire body caught fire and burned, but Pike was right there with her, making her feel treasured and beautiful and loved for exactly who she was, angel wings, hidden devil horns, and everything in between.
Pike
She felt so fucking good. Pike wanted to slow down and make it last, draw out this stolen moment for as long as possible before he had to share his wife again with all the other people who loved her. But she was so beautiful, so sexy, and when her fingernails dug into his shoulders and she came calling his name, there was nothing he could do but tumble after her.
“God, Tulsi,” he groaned as his cock pulsed inside her tight sheath and her breath came fast against his chest. “You feel so good. I love you so fucking much.”
“I love you so fucking much, too,” she said, in her sweet drawl, making him smile.
“You’re cute when you cuss.” He kissed the top of her head and hugged her tight, needing another moment to be this close to her, this precious woman who had given him the world.
The press had turned Tulsi and Pike’s whirlwind marriage into a Cinderella story, but Pike knew he was the one who had gone from sleeping in the ashes to bedding down with a princess every night. His love for Tulsi had made him happier than he could remember and had bled over into every other part of his life. He’d gone from “out of commission” to pitching the best games of his career in the World Series and batting his best average in three years. He’d ended the season with one of the highest averages for a pitcher in the post season and was determined to improve next year.
For the first time since he was a kid, he loved the game with all his heart and soul and it was all because of his wife and little girl in the stands, cheering him on. He’d always had the ability, but now he had a reason to relish every moment on the field, every minute with his family, and every second in Tulsi’s arms.
“I’m not cute,” Tulsi said with a sigh. “I’m a sex maniac. I can’t believe we had a quickie with my entire family upstairs.”
“A cute sex maniac.” Pike pulled out and reached for a roll of paper towels from above the washer. “Is it wrong that I can’t wait for our wonderful family to leave?”
Tulsi grinned. “It’s been a lovely visit so far, but no, I don’t think that’s wrong. It’s nice to have lots of people around to love, but it’s also nice to be just the three of us. We spent so much time apart that I’m still greedy when it comes to sharing you.”
“I’m always going to be greedy when it comes to sharing you,” Pike said, grabbing her panties off the floor and twirling them around his finger. “Can I keep these in my pocket as a souvenir, to keep me company during supper?”
“No, you may not.” Tulsi snatched the silk from his hand with a scandalized look. “I’m not going to eat supper with my family without underpants on, Pike Sherman. I have a wild streak, not a perverted one.”
“Not yet. But we were getting close the other night,” Pike winked, loving the way her cheeks turned pink as their eyes met and held. “I can’t wait to sixty-nine with you again. I love having your pussy sitting on my—”
“Ew, don’t say that word.” Tulsi slapped his arm as she hopped down off the washer. “You know it grosses me out. You need to think up a better nickname if you’re going to talk dirty to me and have me actually like it.”
“How about fluffy?”
Tulsi’s nose wrinkled as she stepped into her panties. “That makes it sound like I’ve got a 1970s disco situation down there, Mr. Sherman, and we both know that’s not true.”
“No, it’s not, Mrs. Sherman,” Pike said, still in awe that they shared the same last name and that this sweet and sexy woman was his for life. “Then how about muffin? Like my sweet love muffin?”
Tulsi rolled her eyes.
“My Lil Cooter?”
She pretended to gag.
Pike laughed. “Punani?”
She cocked her head and the hint of a smile curved her lips. “That could work. I can imagine you saying you like my punani sitting on your face and not being totally grossed out. Or my punani riding you in the morning or my punani—”
Pike snatched her up in his arms, growling against her neck when she squealed. “You keep talking like that and you and your punani are staying here with me until tomorrow morning.”
“Promises, promises,” she said, wrapping her legs around his waist and kissing him sweetly on the lips. “Thank you, baby, for the best Thanksgiving ever.”
“Thank you,” he said, “for making every day something to be thankful for.”