Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 85270 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85270 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
“Give it to me, Palmer. I want to feel you come on my cock.” His dirty words are like a magic orgasm button because, not seconds later, my orgasm rips through me like a hurricane. “That’s it. Milk my cock,” he praises.
When he pulls out, I whine like the hussy that I am for him. He turns me around, taking a few steps back and lifting me onto the island. He slides back inside me easily while his mouth latches onto my breast. He kisses one, then the other, sucking my hard, aching nipples into his mouth. I grip his shoulders, and my legs are locked tightly around his waist, just holding on for the ride.
He slides his hand behind my neck and pulls my mouth to his. Our bodies are slick with sweat, and our breathing is labored as the stroke of his tongue matches the rhythm of his hips. When he pulls away, he keeps his grip on the back of my neck and stares deep into my eyes. I whimper from the look and the way my heart is shattering.
“I’m gonna come,” he grits out and tries to step back, but I keep my legs locked around him. “Palmer,” he groans. “Babe, I’m close.”
I want to tell him to come inside me, but I know that’s risky, and after my realization before coming out here and starting all of this, if we were to have an unexcepted surprise, that wouldn’t be fair to either of us. With that knowledge, I unlock my legs, placing my feet flat on the counter, opening myself to him.
“Fuck me. You’re trying to kill me.” He thrusts hard. Once, twice, three times, before he’s pulling out and finishing himself off all over the kitchen floor.
His body shudders, and then he’s once again giving me his full attention. “You, Palmer Setty, are unexpected.” He leans in and kisses me so tenderly that it brings tears to my eyes.
“I should go get cleaned up.”
“Shower with me?”
I nod my agreement, and before I can move to jump off the counter, he lifts me into his arms, bridal style, and carries me to his room. He sets me on my feet once we’re in the bathroom. He reaches in to turn on the water before placing our towels on the closed toilet seat.
Testing the water and feeling it’s warm enough, I step under the spray and close my eyes. I feel him move in behind me and hear the curtain closing us in. “Let me take care of you, and then I’m feeding you breakfast.”
I keep my eyes closed and my back to him to hide my emotions, but I nod. He does exactly what he said. He washes my hair and cleans my body with the utmost care before wrapping me in a towel, leaving me with a soft kiss before he makes his way back to the kitchen to salvage breakfast.
CHAPTER
TWENTY-ONE
Brooks
It’s been fourteen days.
Fourteen days since the best sex of my life.
Fourteen days since I slid into the woman I love with nothing between us.
Fourteen days since I’ve seen her.
I’m going out of my mind. I don’t know how to handle this separation. Our work weeks have been crazy, and then I had to work last weekend. By the time I got home and showered, she was already busy with something. She was with her parents one night, and then the next, she was dress shopping with Ramsey and my mom. My mom has seen my girl, and I haven’t.
That changes today.
Palmer and I have plans to go to the food trucks at Sunflower Park. My idea is to take us back to where it all began and then bring her back to my place. We’ll sit out on the back patio and stare up at the stars, my girl in my arms, and I can tell her that I’m in love with her. She’s never said it, but I’m pretty certain she feels the same way. I mean, she let me inside her body without anything between us. That speaks volumes, right? She trusts me, and when she looks at me, I swear I can see love in her eyes.
She had a shoot this morning, much to my dismay. I’ve cleaned my entire house, done my laundry, and been to the grocery store, and I’m still pacing the floors waiting for the clock to strike six, so I can leave to pick her up. We agreed on six thirty, but I’m going to be early. I can’t take being away from her any longer.
I should have told her that day. I didn’t because I didn’t want her to think I was professing my love because of the phenomenal sex. I want to tell her when it’s just us, being us, doing nothing in particular. I want it to be real and genuine and not attached to anything involving her pussy. That’s how we started, with benefits, and I don’t want to tell her I’m in love with her with sex. I want to tell her I love her with my heart. So, yeah, I didn’t say those three little words that day, even though I felt them in my bones.