Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 59954 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59954 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Staring at the nursery I’d had built for the babies I planned to have with her; I made a decision. Whether her other surprise was ready or not, I was bringing my woman home in two weeks.
“Imogene,” I groaned as I pumped my hips in a steady rhythm. Her legs wrapped around me, and she arched her back, shoving her sweet tits in my face. They were perfect, like two scoops of vanilla ice cream with red cherries on top. They were going to be even more mouthwatering when they were dripping with milk. I bent my head to suck one tight peak into my mouth, sucking hard, as though I could already drink from her.
My spine started tingling, and I lifted my head to grit my teeth as I pushed back my pending orgasm. I switched to her other breast, and Imogene clutched my biceps, her nails digging into my skin as she cried out in ecstasy. They were going to leave marks, and it made the caveman inside me roar with approval. I wanted her to brand me as hers, just as the love bites around her tits and the bruises she would no doubt sport on her hips from my firm grip marked her as mine.
I popped her nipple from my mouth and kissed the valley between her tits before demanding, “Tell me you love me, sugar.” I needed to hear it. There was no stronger aphrodisiac than hearing my woman profess her love. I was completely obsessed with Imogene, and I wanted—no, needed—her to feel the same way.
Her eyes met mine, and they were brimming with emotion. “I love you so much, Thatcher.”
It was all I needed. I reached between us and pinched her clit just before I thrust in one last time, burying myself as deep as possible and coming with a shout. The second I started to release inside her, Imogene exploded, her head dropping back as she screamed my name.
I rocked against her, prolonging our orgasms as long as possible. Eventually, we lay there, limp and utterly spent. I stayed inside her, plugging her hole so no come would leak out of her. My boys were on a mission, and I was doing everything I could to help them out. After a while, I grew tired from holding myself up so that I wouldn’t squish her petite body beneath my massive one. I fucking loved the way I could cover her from head to toe, though.
Rolling to the side, I sighed in contentment as I cuddled Imogene against me. I kissed the top of her head and lifted her face, her lips searching for mine. I obliged her silent request, kissing her passionately. The taste of cinnamon and sugar burst on my tongue as it tangled with hers.
My eyes opened, and I stared at the empty spot beside me on the bed. My body was sweating and shaking from the force of my orgasm, but as my hand slid over the soft sheets, feeling their coolness, the chill spread from my fingertips to the rest of me. These dreams left me feeling bereft and alone. The funny thing was, despite coming during the dream, it wasn’t the ejaculation that had my dick going limp when I woke up. It was remembering that I was alone, and it was always a long time before I fell into another restless sleep.
Chapter 3
Thatcher
Hazel and Jamison were like magnets, neither of them could be far from the other for long. It was clear how much they adored each other, and Jamison made no attempt to hide the fact that he worshipped her.
They’d had a big, beautiful wedding ceremony at St. Patrick’s Cathedral, which I still believe Jamison had to perform a hit for someone in order to get it on a month’s notice. That or he had a direct line to God, and they personally made a deal.
Their reception was at the Plaza and required all guests to attend in black tie. The whole event was full of glitz and glitter. The guest list was littered with New York’s elite.
It was incredible, but not my scene. I was pretty sure it wasn’t Jamison’s either, so it must’ve all been for Hazel. And yet, whenever I spotted her, unless she was looking at Jamison, her eyes lost some of their sparkle and she seemed almost uncomfortable in her own skin.
Justice had ducked out early; to go home and brood over Blair, no doubt. I had intended to do the same, but my house was full of people and incredibly lonely at the same time.
After saying goodbye to the bride and groom, I found myself taking the green line down to South Ferry. It was a warm evening, so I removed my tux jacket and folded it over my arm. Then I wandered along the park towards the bench where I stopped every day and watched Imogene.