Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 130022 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 130022 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
Then she said, “I’m so very happy to see you all—”
Guillaume shifted.
“Especially the two of you,” she continued, but the last was nearly spat. “Together.”
“Thanks, Mom,” Remy replied in a bored tone.
She did an up and down to me and waited for me to say something to her to congratulate her on her effort of kinda, but not quite hiding she was insulting me, but I didn’t say a word because I didn’t have any in that moment that were polite.
She then looked to her husband and lifted her hand to him.
With supreme gentleness, Guillaume took it in his.
“See you both in the morning,” Remy said, turning us and heading us to the door.
We were in the hall when Remy snorted like a bull.
Obviously, I’d heard him make the noise before, and it had two meanings, so I looked up at him to see which one this was.
It was the one which meant he was having trouble not laughing.
I smiled at him.
“I will never in my life forget Yves telling his grandma he’s, like…really gay,” he said.
I started laughing.
He looked down at me.
And proved how well he knew me.
“Three and a half more days, baby.”
We turned into the dining room, and I replied, “Three and a half more days.”
CHAPTER 19
Tradition
Remy
The next morning, Remy had his back to the headboard and his wife riding his cock.
And ever since Sabre could think coherent thoughts, they’d practiced the art of fucking without making a noise.
Therefore, they were doing this now, even if Wyn was taking his cock like she was willing her body to absorb it.
“Baby,” he murmured, tweaking her nipple.
She slid a hand back and claimed a fistful of his hair.
He heard the soft sound of warning, took her mouth to swallow the moan of her orgasm, and once she recovered from it, as if she wasn’t serious before, she set her sights on pounding one out of him.
He didn’t make her wait too long.
After it was over, she sat on his dick with her face in his neck.
“I need another hour of sleep,” she whispered.
In their time zone, she did.
He’d woken her to fuck.
But although Wyn needed a solid seven to eight hours every night, Remy was one of those people who was good with five to six.
So he was awake.
“I’ll clean you up and then go find coffee,” he replied.
She nodded, her hair moving along his shoulder.
As he’d been doing since they added physically reuniting to the rest of it, random things that felt important, because they were, he memorized.
And so he memorized the feel of her hair on his skin too.
She climbed off him and curled under the covers.
He kissed her shoulder and got out of bed making certain those covers were barely disturbed.
He came back with a washcloth, and she adjusted enough to let him take care of their business before she let him kiss her lazily and she snuggled down in the bed.
She mumbled, “Love you,” as he straightened.
But he took her in under silk and down and entrenched in one-thousand-plus thread count sheets, moved his eyes around the room, and then back to her when he said, “You were made to be right there.”
She blinked up at him, turning her head a little on the pillow.
“Sorry?”
“This house suits you. You were made to lie under silk in Egyptian cotton with opulence everywhere you turn.”
“That’s only because you love me.”
“It’s because of who you are, which is who you made yourself. But honest to God, you were that woman when I met you, Wyn, you just didn’t yet have the means to be who you were going to be.”
She scrunched her nose and replied, “Once a farm girl, always a farm girl.”
“You’re that too,” he replied. “But one who sleeps in expensive sheets.”
She nestled her head in the pillow, ordering, “Go away. You being amazing is making me want to do things other than sleep, and I have to have my wits about me to wrangle three rabidly protective children. Not to mention, I’m not facing any day with dark circles under my eyes.”
Although he wasn’t a big fan of her blowing off what he was saying, to let her have her sleep, and since she was looking at him out of the corners of her eyes, he grinned before he leaned in and kissed her temple.
Then he left her to it, took a shower and shaved.
She was sleeping when Remy exited the bathroom, so he quietly got dressed and moved into the hall.
All the doors to the rooms were closed, except the door to his old room, and Remy didn’t investigate.
His kids were in the same time zone as their mother and Manon and Yves had inherited her sleep needs.
Sabre, on the other hand, had inherited Remy’s.
It was unlikely he was hanging in the parlor, more likely he was out for a run.