Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 37728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
“Have a good day, Momma,” Birdie says. My hands reach out to her hips, careful not to grip her too hard. It’s then I notice she’s wearing shorts. A damn shame I won’t be able to get a look at her bare body. “Care to tell me what that was really about?” She pops a hip out, foot tapping, and she slowly crosses her arms over her chest. As if that’s going to stop my gaze. The way her tits are now displayed through the thin cotton, nipples pebbled, and looking more beautiful than ever, it’s clear I’ll be jacking my cock for the foreseeable future, and this morning did nothing to settle the damn flesh down.
“Sure, let me go grab your bags, and I’ll tell you all about it on the way home.” The steps put us at eye level.
“Lane, I am home.” She has no idea how wrong she is about that.
“No, Birdie, your home is with me. Where you lay your head down each night, I get all your good nights and all your good mornings.” My lips graze along hers, shutting down anything she has to say. I coax her to open for me, my tongue sweeping along her lower lip, and when her hands move from her chest to my shoulders, I give her more. Birdie’s body sways into mine, fingers digging deep like they always do when my mouth is on any area of her body, and I deepen our kiss. Our tongues stroke along one another’s. I taste her sweetness with mine as her hands slide to the back of my neck and hold me there. It’s not until she’s breathless that I pull back. Her lips are wet from my mouth, her eyes are hooded, and I know there’s no way I’d ever give her up without a fight.
“Lane.” My finger covers her lips, stopping her before she starts.
“I’m not taking no for an answer. You don’t want to say no. We both know this. Take my hand and come home, Birdie.” I’d get on my knees and coax her into saying yes, using any means possible as long as she’s with me.
“Fine, I’ll go get my bags. They’re already packed.” She rolls her eyes. I shake my head.
“You’re not getting your bags. You want to help, get your pretty ass in the truck.” My hands slide down from her hips, cupping the cheeks of her ass and squeezing them.
“Okay.” She moves closer, pressing her boundless tits along my chest, making me hiss out a breath.
“Babe, you’re playing with fire.”
“Maybe I want to be burned, Lane.” When she moves to the side, I lose her, but I already know I’m gaining her for-goddamn-ever.
9
BIRDIE
“Wow, I love what you did with the place,” I tell Lane with a hint of sarcasm when he opens the front door for me. I’m carrying absolutely zilch because he was adamant about me doing nothing but resting.
Memories assault me. I don’t think there’s a surface in this place we haven’t touched in one form or the other. It’s still as barren as when he first moved in. There’s nothing on the walls, and the rich, dark-brown leather couch and chairs are in the same position. This means the couch is facing the fireplace, but what it’s really focused on is the massive television. I guess there is one thing Lane changed because that was not as big the last time I was here.
“Thanks, it’s called bachelor life. You know, the creature comforts are about all I need. A couch, a bed, a television or two, and food are the size of it. Hell, I barely need food. Ryland still lives at home, which means Mom and Dad always have their door open for breakfast and dinner. The only thing I worry about is lunch, and half the time, I’m too busy to stop and eat anyways.” Lane drops my purse on the chair sitting in the corner, which is also facing the TV. What he doesn’t do is drop my bags anywhere. Nope, he’s got them firmly in his grasp. I shouldn’t be surprised, except I am. He walks toward the hallway, his booted feet echoing off the hardwood floors.
“That’ll be changing,” I murmur under my breath. Lane taking care of me is so classically him, and well, now I’m in a position where I can do the same. Even if it’s something small like packing his lunch and delivering it to him while he’s working in an area. I’ll need to use the side-by-side. Okay, fine, maybe I won’t be able to do that right away. I can at least pack his lunch the night before or early in the morning. It’s not like I have anything else to do, although I should be questioning how easily we’ve fallen back into how we once were.