Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 89683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 448(@200wpm)___ 359(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 448(@200wpm)___ 359(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
“You sure we can’t just go to the courthouse and get married?” Jayme asked as they walked in the front door.
He frowned. “Don’t be like that.”
“Sorry.”
“I know this probably isn’t as special to you because you’ve done this all before. But this is really special to me, and I want to marry you in front of our family and friends; and have a big party to celebrate our love.”
“It’s special to me.” Jayme argued.
“Then try and act like it. I feel like this has done nothing but aggravate and stress you out. You’re not enjoying anything about this.”
“You’re right, I’m sorry. I’ve been mainly focused on the money, and spending what we don’t have.”
“And I’m sure I’m not helping with that.”
Jayme smiled slightly. “No.”
“I’ll try to be more money conscious, and not look at things that are over budget.”
“Thank you.”
He slid his hands up Jayme’s chest, and around his neck. “Will a blowjob help make you feel better?” He asked before kissing Jayme.
“Blowjobs are always welcome,” Jayme murmured against Tripp’s lips.
“Why don’t you go sit on the couch and let me take care of you.”
“Okay.”
He let Jayme go, and watched him walk over to the couch and sit down. He shoved the ottoman out of the way and knelt between Jayme’s spread knees. He undid Jayme’s jeans, and pulled them down his thighs; with Jayme’s help. Jayme’s hard cock strained against his briefs. He leaned in and mouthed him through the cotton; running his mouth along the shaft and head.
Jayme raked his fingers through his hair and hummed his approval of what he was doing. He then gripped the waistband of Jayme’s briefs, and slowly pulled them down; freeing his erection.
“I fucking love your cock,” he said, then flicked his tongue over the flushed head.
“Mmm, my cock loves you too.”
He ran his tongue up and down the shaft, before swirling it around the head; and taking it into his mouth. Jayme gasped, then moaned. Using his hand in tandem with his mouth, he worked Jayme over. Jayme rolled his hips in time with the bobbing of his head.
“I’m close,” Jayme choked, his hand moving to clutch his hair.
“Fuck yes, come in my mouth. I want it,” he said hurriedly, then dove back down on Jayme’s cock.
Jayme cried out as he came in Tripp’s mouth. He swallowed it down and continued sucking Jayme’s cock; until Jayme was pushing him away. He smiled as he rested back on his heels.
“That dirty talk gets you every time,” he said.
“Fuck. I know.” Jayme panted.
He shoved to his feet and plopped down on the couch next to Jayme. “How do you feel now?”
“Chill.”
“Good. That’s what I was hoping for.”
“Thanks.”
“You’re welcome.”
“I should really pull my pants back up.”
“Nah, just sit there like that for the rest of the day.”
Jayme laughed. “That’d be fucking weird.”
He laughed too as Jayme pulled his underwear and pants back up. They ended up ordering out for dinner and watching a couple of movies before heading to bed.
~~~
Jayme
Jayme and Tripp had been casually following the vehicle in front of them for a few miles now. They’ve failed to use their turn signals on multiple occasions, they’ve gone over the speed limit by as much as fifteen miles per hour; and they tailgated a few times.
“Do it.” Tripp growled.
Jayme flipped on the lights and siren. The driver pulled off onto a side street, then pulled over. Jayme and Tripp got out of the truck and walked up on the car. Tripp took the passenger side, while Jayme went for the driver.
The window was already down, when he came up next to the driver. “License and registration, Ma’am.”
“Jayme, are you fucking kidding me?” Mallory barked.
“License and registration.”
Mallory huffed as she rummaged through her wallet. He hasn’t seen her since he walked out of the hospital room. It was rough seeing her after everything she’d done to him. He didn’t realize how much it would bother him. His anger at her bubbled up to the surface, and it took everything he had not to reach in the car; and punch her in the face. She pulled out her license and handed it over.
“I don’t know what happened to my registration. It’s not here.”
He glanced in the backseat, to see that the baby was in the car seat. His heart ached at the sight of the baby boy who was now four months old. He wondered what Mallory ended up naming him, but he wasn’t about to ask.
“Do you know why I pulled you over?”
“Haven’t the slightest idea,” she replied, glaring at him.
“Let me go down the list: speeding, failure to use your turn signal, and tailgating, to name a few. And now we can add on failure to produce proper paperwork.”
“Jayme, I’m late for the baby’s doctor appointment. Can’t you just let me go with a warning?”