Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 94609 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94609 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
Freaking Willow.
Freaking beautiful, funny, silly, annoyingly perfect Willow.
“As long as you’re not a vegan, you’ll fit in perfectly,” Alex mentioned.
“He’s definitely not a vegan. He has a forty-incher,” Willow said with a beaming smile.
“And that’s why I put them in separate bedrooms,” Michael chimed in.
Yara giggled, and it sounded exactly like Willow’s laughter. “Ignore my family. It’s nice to meet you, Theo. I’m Yara, and this is my daughter, Teresa. Say hi, Teresa.”
“Hi, Teresa,” Teresa echoed her mom before darting out of the room giggling.
I grinned. She was a cute kid. “Nice to meet you all.”
Willow hopped off the countertop and poured me a cup of coffee. “Alex made us some breakfast sandwiches, and we just spoke with Nathan, Avery’s husband. She’s doing okay, and they are planning a C-section in a few hours. If you’re up for it, we can head to the hospital after you shower and are ready.”
“Sounds like a plan.” I took the mug of coffee from her and thanked her.
“All the Pierces are already at the hospital, too. Evan messaged me earlier to bring them some breakfast sandwiches. So Yara and I might head over now to drop some off for them,” Alex mentioned as he picked up a sandwich and tossed me one.
“The Pierces?”
“Nathan’s family. That’s their last name,” Willow said. “They own the farm here in Honey Creek. And the butcher shop.”
“Ah, I see. That’s funny. There was actually a baseball player named Nathan Pierce. One of my favorite players a while back. He had an accident a few years ago, though, and couldn’t keep playing.”
Willow took my mug out of my hand and sipped it. “Yeah, that’s Nathan.”
I narrowed my eyes. “What?”
“That’s Nathan. My brother-in-law.”
“I’m sorry, hold on. Your brother-in-law is Nathan Pierce? Like the Nathan Pierce?!” I exclaimed, stunned by how Willow never dropped that piece of knowledge before when she’d talked my ears off for the past few months. That woman talked about everything. Just the other day, she told me all about how octopuses have three hearts, but two of them stop beating when they swim, and then she proceeded to tell me how wombats produced cube-shaped poop, which they used to protect their territories.
Yet somehow, she’d managed to forget to tell me that her brother-in-law was Nathan fucking Pierce?! How the hell did that slip her mind?
“I thought I mentioned it,” she said.
“You most definitely didn’t mention it,” I said, my jaw on the floor. I set a hand on top of my head in disbelief. “Holy shit.”
“That was my reaction, too, when I found out,” Alex offered.
“How did you forget to tell me that?” I questioned Willow.
She shrugged. “I didn’t know you were into football.”
“Baseball,” everyone said in unison.
Willow danced on her tiptoes and grabbed a sandwich of her own. “Potato, potahto. Let’s get this show on the road and play ball!”
Willow’s family all headed off to the hospital as I showered and changed into regular clothing. While I stood in the shower, I heard the bathroom door open to my room and in walked a naked Willow.
I arched an eyebrow as she opened the glass shower door. “Feeling dirty?”
“Filthy,” she replied, stepping into the shower. She grabbed a loofah and soaped it up before rubbing it against my chest. Her slight touch was enough for me to think about nothing else in the world other than her.
“You had me stressed out, thinking that your dad hated me by calling me Bradley.”
She smiled.
I loved it.
Whatever.
“It was a little funny,” she said.
I began soaping up her back. “It was a little cruel.”
“I’m sorry.” She tilted her head up toward me and puckered her lips as she batted her doe eyes. “Forgive me?”
“No, I don’t think I will.”
She smiled a little and pressed her hands to my chest. “I’m sorry.” She leaned and kissed each pec. “Forgive me?”
I almost smirked. “Probably not, no.”
Her fingers danced down my chest, and her mouth trailed them with kisses. “Forgive me?”
“I might consider it.” I closed my eyes and smiled as she lowered herself a little more.
She found herself on her knees as water spilled over her. She sat on her knees, her mouth inches from my cock as she looked up toward me with those fucking doe eyes.
God, those eyes.
I loved them.
Whatever.
“Forgive,” she said, her mouth grazing ever so slightly over the tip of my cock. “Me.” Her mouth parted as she slowly began to suck the head. “Please?” she muttered before sliding her mouth all the way down my shaft, making my back fall against the shower wall. She began moving up and down on my cock, licking me like her favorite flavored popsicle as the water kept falling over us both. She was soaking wet as she fucked my cock with everything she had, moving her hands up and down my dick, twisting and turning her head to give me the best damn blow job of my life.