Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 74330 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74330 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
“So good,” she pants. Reaching around her body, I find her clit, and massage it with my thumb. “Gray—” She moans from somewhere deep in her throat. “Harder.”
Removing my hand from her clit, I reach up and grip her hair. I tug gently, careful not to hurt her as I thrust deeper. Harder. Longer.
Over and over again, I give us both what we need.
“I feel your pussy squeezing my cock,” I pant, never stopping my thrust.
“I’m… Gray!”
At the sound of my name, I lose control. One more thrust, and I still as I spill inside her. My entire body spasms as she takes all of me. I lean over, trailing kisses up her back. “I love you, Laken.” My heart is full, and my body is… hers. It’s as simple as that.
Pulling out of her, I strip off the condom and drop it into the trash can next to the bed. I fall to the bed, and she immediately cuddles up to my chest. “That,” she pants, “that we have to do again.”
“Give me about ten minutes,” I tell her, making her laugh. I hold her tight as our breathing evens out. I know we need to get cleaned up, but I can’t seem to let her go. She’s brought so much to my life and to the life of my daughters. She’s my second chance at love and happiness, and I’ll be damned if that doesn’t have a permanent smile on my face.
Chapter 21
Laken
It’s Saturday afternoon, and I’m pulling into Grayson’s driveway. The store was slow, but with the raging storms we’ve had today, I expected it. No one wants to be out shopping and risk getting struck by lightning. I know I wouldn’t. At least I was able to get my run in this morning before the skies opened up and began to pour rain.
It’s a dreary day and the perfect reason to stay inside and cuddle all day. That’s our plan for this evening. Turning off the ignition, I reach into the back seat and grab my overnight bag as well as the bag of groceries I braved the storm for. We’re going to make homemade pizza and cookies for dessert. The girls love to help in the kitchen. I can’t wait to tell them.
Making a mad dash for the door in the rain, I make my way to the porch. I knock on the door, but there’s no answer. Trying the knob, it’s locked. So I knock again. Still no answer. I can hear a commotion going on inside. Shuffling my bags to one arm, I manage to slide my phone out of my purse and hit Grayson’s number.
“Laken,” he greets me. Is that panic in his voice?
“Gray? What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, just cleaning up a mess.”
“Well, I’m at the door. Come let me in, and I’ll help.”
“Shit. I’m sorry. I locked it to take a shower and set the alarm since the girls were out here by themselves. I should have been more worried about locking the damn dishwasher,” he mutters.
“What?”
“I’ll show you.”
The line goes dead, and a few seconds later, Grayson opens the front door. He’s soaked. As in his clothes are drenched, and there’s a frown on his face.
“What happened? Where are the girls?” I ask, stepping inside.
“The girls are on the couch in time-out. I’m in the kitchen. Follow me. It’s easier to show you. You might want to kick off your shoes.”
Confused as to what’s going on, I do as he says, kicking off my shoes. I leave my overnight bag and my purse by the door, opting to take the groceries with me. I am going to the kitchen after all. As soon as we round the corner, I gasp. There are bubbles everywhere. Everywhere.
“Grayson?”
“Apparently, when I told the girls to pick up, they decided to help me clean. They did the dishes.”
“Okay.”
“They used dish detergent in the dishwasher. As in not dishwasher detergent,” he sighs, raking his hands through his hair, leaving a trail of bubbles, making me laugh.
“It’s not funny, Laken. Look at my kitchen.”
“I am. I’m also looking at the bubbles you just left in your hair,” I tease.
“Shit,” he mutters.
“Hey.” I walk into the madness and place the bag of groceries on the island. “It’s okay. Sure, it’s a mess we need to clean up, and hopefully there’s no damage to the flooring or the cabinets, but the bright side is that the girls are safe. No one got hurt in the making of these bubbles.” A smile tilts my lips.
“I installed waterproof flooring when we moved in. I figured with twins I would need it.”
“See, there you go. You were thinking ahead. Grab a mop and maybe a shop vac if you have one, and we’ll get this place cleaned up.”
He tugs me into his arms and kisses me softly. “I love you. I’m sorry for being short.”