Stumbling Into Love Read Online Aurora Rose Reynolds (Fluke My Life #2)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Funny, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Fluke My Life Series by Aurora Rose Reynolds
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Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 67095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
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“Thank you. Even though you didn’t exactly give me much of a choice, I had a very nice time today,” Miss Ina says.

Mackenzie kisses her wrinkled cheek and helps her get settled on the couch.

“You’re welcome to come with us tomorrow for breakfast,” I invite her, knowing that she’s alone.

“No, you two enjoy yourselves. I’m going to spend the day at home, resting.”

“Are you sure?” Mackenzie asks, taking her walker over to the couch and setting it up right in front of her.

“Yes, dear.” Miss Ina pats her cheek.

“All right, Miss Ina,” Mackenzie agrees.

She takes my hand and leads me toward the door.

“Have a good night.”

“You too!” Miss Ina calls out as we leave.

Heading up the stairs to Mackenzie’s place, I watch her ass move in the high-waisted slacks she has on. Slacks that are molded to the dip of her waist and the flare of her hips and ass that I wouldn’t mind biting.

“Did you have fun tonight?” she asks.

I pull my eyes from her ass to catch her smiling at me from the top step.

“It was nice,” I say.

She laughs, putting her hand against my chest. “We are not having sex, mister. Did you not hear Miss Ina? She doesn’t want to listen to us getting it on, and believe me, she would hear it. You can’t be quiet enough to get it past her.”

“What about in the shower?” I ask, pressing against her back as she unlocks the door to her apartment.

She looks at me over her shoulder. I watch her pupils dilate, then her tongue comes out, touching her bottom lip.

“I don’t think my shower is big enough for the two of us,” she says before looking away from me, pushing the door open, and stepping inside.

She takes off her coat, and I shut the door before I take off my own jacket and toss it on the back of the couch. I take just a second to glance around.

“The walls seem solid.”

“She’d still hear us.”

“How do you know that?” I ask, feeling jealousy curl around my middle at the idea of her in here with another man and making the sounds I’ve come to crave from her.

“I know because Libby and I can hear the people upstairs from us getting it on all the time. We can hear them no matter where they are—in bed, in the shower, in the kitchen. We hear it all. So I know Miss Ina would hear us. Since she is just now starting to like me, I’m not going to jeopardize that for some penis.”

“It’s a big penis,” I remind her, taking a step in her direction.

She takes a step back.

“It is a big penis, but until your mom and Peter leave, he and I are going to have to be penis pals,” she says, making me chuckle as I back her up against the wall next to the front door.

“Penis pals? What kind of relationship is that?”

“Friends from afar.” She rests her hand against my chest.

“I don’t want to be friends from afar. What if I just use my mouth and leave my penis out of it?”

“I’d still want the penis at the end, so the answer is no.”

“You love him?”

“I’m madly in love with your penis, but he needs to stay away from me tonight.”

“What if I just use the tip?” I say.

She laughs hard, dropping her forehead to my shoulder, her body shaking.

“There is no way you could just stick in the tip and not try to fill me with your cock,” she says to make me groan.

“Don’t say ‘cock’ or remind me of what it’s like when I fill you with it. He misses you too much. These last few days have been torture.” I grind against her. “Let me eat your pussy, gorgeous. At least let me get a taste.”

“Don’t talk like that.”

“Maybe I shouldn’t ask at all. Maybe I should tie you up and just take it.”

I kiss up her jaw to her ear, listening to her breathing turn into tiny, shallow pants. They are killing me slowly.

“Do you want that, gorgeous? Do you want me to take the choice away from you?”

“No,” she whimpers as I unhook the button of her pants and zip them down.

“Are you wet?”

“You know I am.”

“You’re always wet for me, aren’t you?”

“Yes.” Her nails dig into my shoulders as I slide my fingers between her folds. She’s drenched, and my mouth waters at the idea of getting it on her. “Wesley . . .”

“Yeah?”

“Please don’t tease me.”

Her head falls back, and I kiss down her neck.

“I don’t plan on teasing you. Kick off your boots,” I instruct.

She does, which makes her shrink a couple of inches. Unbuttoning her top, I slide it off her shoulders, then reach behind her and remove her bra, adding it to the growing pile on the ground.


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