Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 99766 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 499(@200wpm)___ 399(@250wpm)___ 333(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99766 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 499(@200wpm)___ 399(@250wpm)___ 333(@300wpm)
“I want you coming all over my cock,” he murmurs against my mouth. “I’m not going to last because you’re so fucking perfect.”
I whimper as he strokes his fingertips over my still-sensitive clit. All it takes are a few expert rubs and I’m crying out again in pleasure. His hips move in an erratic way as my pussy clenches around him. A groan leaves his lips, tickling my own, as he floods me with his release.
Hot.
Explosive.
Claiming.
I’m filled with his heat and it melts a little ice off my soul. It makes me wonder if Terrence has the ability to heal me. To draw me out of my head completely so I can exist normally within the world. Something tells me he can. He’s come this far. I doubt he’ll stop anytime soon.
He slides out of me and rests his body beside mine. I wince when cum rushes out of my body, burning the sore parts of me. His fingers find the mess and he lazily runs them through it. I gasp when he pushes the tip of his finger back inside me.
“It needs to stay inside you,” he rumbles, pinning me with a hot, male stare that melts my insides.
“You’re so gross,” I say, unable to fight my grin.
“Lucky for me, you’re gross too.” He leans forward to kiss me. “Do you ever want to have kids, Penny?”
I think about sweet Zella, rowdy Sebban, precious Emilia, and our new little Hope.
“One day,” I murmur. “With you.”
“Good, because you’re mine now. You’re mine forever.”
“We’re going to be late,” Terrence calls out.
I roll my eyes at Zella. “Boys. They don’t understand.”
She giggles and we take our time deciding on which Barbie she’ll take over to Cal and Charlotte’s to play with. Once she finally decides on one, we stuff it in her backpack and zip it up. Terrence is waiting on the porch for us.
“About damn time,” he playfully grumbles before scooping Zella up and putting her on his shoulders. He leans in and gives me a kiss.
I glance up at Zella to see if she’s bothered by the kiss, but she’s smiling, eager to get to Cal’s. This morning when she came into the bedroom asking for pancakes, I was worried she’d freak out that I spent the night with her dad. Instead, she giggled with excitement, happy I was still there.
Terrence sent her off to start pulling out the ingredients for pancakes while we scrambled to get dressed. We’ll definitely have to remember to get dressed before morning next time.
Next time.
There will always be a next time.
Memories of last night play back in my head. I’m sore because he made love to me twice more in the middle of the night. Neither of us could sleep, both of us too eager to be back in each other’s arms.
The walk to Cal’s is short. Roux and Jordy are there already, Emilia sleeping in her daddy’s arms. My heart melts at seeing them. Charlotte is flitting around in the kitchen, batting off a handsy Cal, as she works to make lunch for everyone. Zella finds the box of art supplies with her name on it and takes them to Terrence’s old room to color. Terrence sits in the recliner, pulling me into his lap.
“I guess you two made up,” Jordy says, pressing a kiss to the dark head of his daughter.
“He finally stopped being a brat,” I clarify.
Terrence playfully nips at my ear. “Is that how it went down?”
“Yep.” I snuggle against him, happy for the kiss he gives me.
“Aren’t you two fucking adorable?” Cal says, tugging my ponytail as he passes.
I flip him off. “Go away.”
“My house. You can’t make me leave.” He laughs as he plops down next to Jordy. “Does Hollis know you’re back to fucking his sister?”
This time Terrence shoots him the bird.
I hear the oven open and then close before Charlotte makes her way into the living room. She steals Emilia from Jordy and cuddles her to her chest. It warms my heart watching Charlotte with Emilia. I know she took it hard when she lost her baby, but based on the way Cal looks at her, all she has to do is ask and he’ll give her exactly what she wants.
“I got a phone call this morning,” Charlotte reveals, her eyes locking with Roux.
Roux frowns. “Good or bad?”
“It was from Samantha. It was about Kayden.”
Jordy tenses, his hand curling into a fist. Roux covers it with her own, leaning in to kiss his cheek.
“He, uh,” Charlotte hedges, biting on her bottom lip. She glances at Cal, who nods.
“He killed Ryan,” Cal blurts out like he’s telling us what the weather forecast is.
“What?” Roux asks in shock. “He did?”
“Yeah,” Charlotte murmurs. “I guess he heard what happened. I don’t know. Anyway, they always had beef. They were both in the infirmary together. He, uh, strangled him to death. They said it happened too quickly to stop.”