Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 91937 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91937 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
She opens her eyes, her hands going to my neck to hold on to me. “You, Brady,” she moans, “I belong to you.” She lets go and comes all over my cock. I plant myself all the way into her, and I bury my face in her neck.
“Fuck, baby,” I vow, kissing her neck, “I swear, I’ve never come so hard in my life. I thought my cock was going to explode.” She wraps her arms around me. “I thought it would not stop coming.”
She can’t help but laugh, and she runs her hand into the hair at the nape of my neck. “I think that’s a good thing.”
“It’s better than good, baby,” I declare, slipping out of her. “Let’s go clean up and then we can get something to eat.” I pick her up and put her feet on the floor, and she grabs the T-shirt I wore today and puts it back on.
“Let’s hope none of your other girlfriends show up.” She side-eyes me with the joke, her face serious until she sees the glare on my face and then laughs. “Too soon?”
I slap her ass as she walks beside me. “Too fucking soon,” I tell her as we walk upstairs, laughing. I clean up and so does she. We walk back downstairs, and I put her ass back on the counter as she watches me make her a grilled cheese. I slide into her once more before we fall asleep, and we both sleep naked.
I don’t feel her leave the bed nor do I hear her leave with her deliveries. I only move when she slides back into bed with me. “Hey, baby.” I bring her closer to me. “What time do you have to go?”
“Morning, Brady.” She buries her face in my neck. “Already left and came back.” I open an eye to fight with her, but she is asleep before I can get another word out. I close my eyes and only stir a couple of hours later.
We sleep a couple more hours before I slip out of bed, leaving her still sleeping. I slide on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt before I lean down and kiss her head. “I’ll be back in a bit,” I say. “I’m going to go see my dad.”
“Okay,” she mumbles, turning on her side to fall back asleep.
I get in the truck and make my way over, finding him in the kitchen just pouring his cup of coffee. “What the hell are you doing here so early?” he asks me over his shoulder with a smile on his face. He may be giving me shit, but he is happy I’m here.
“Need to talk to you,” I tell him, and he looks at me.
“Coffee?” he asks, and I nod as he takes a mug down, pouring me a cup. “Did you bring me cake?” I chuckle as I shake my head.
“Asshole,” he grumbles, making me laugh even more. I grab both cups and head outside to the back porch.
He sits down and I do as well, and he just looks at me. “Well?” He puts his hands on the table. Hands that held me up when I was a baby and hands that would hold me up until his last dying breath.
“I’m in love with Harmony,” I confess to him, and I don’t wait for him to say anything. I put my hand up. “I know what you’re going to say.”
“Yeah?” he asks. “What was I going to say?”
“That it’s too fast. That I hardly know her,” I quickly answer him. “That it’s not a good idea.” I pick up my cup. “But I love her, and I love Wyatt, and there is nothing you can say that will change my mind.”
“Son,” he says, “it sounds like you are the one who has those hang-ups and no one else.” I just stare at him with my mouth hanging open. “I’m happy for you,” he states, and I can see his bottom lip tremble. “So fucking happy for you. Afraid that I would die and never see you fall in love. Prayed for this every single night.” He wipes the tears away from his eyes. “For the past couple of weeks, I’ve seen a light in your eyes that wasn’t there before. A look I saw in my own eyes when I met your mother.” He smiles a sad smile. “I’d like to meet her.”
“I can make that happen,” I assure him.
“Then why are you still fucking sitting there?” he asks. “Go get her.” I get up, grabbing the cup of coffee. “And bring me some cake,” he calls, right before I walk out of the house.
When I get home, I hear movement in the kitchen and find her putting away things. She’s wearing black yoga pants and a white T-shirt, her hair piled on top of her head. “Hey,” I say, and she looks up and smiles at me.