Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 148473 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 742(@200wpm)___ 594(@250wpm)___ 495(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 148473 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 742(@200wpm)___ 594(@250wpm)___ 495(@300wpm)
I return to the table, feeling a little more in control, until Maeve looks up. “What did your agent say?”
Shit. “Uh…just a new CheekyBeast campaign. Nothing big.”
Then I keep my ass in the chair until dinner ends.
“You seemed a little…all over the place at dinner,” Maeve says on the drive home. “Everything okay?”
Well, shit. I was hoping she wouldn’t notice. “All good,” I say, trying to sound confident. “Just thinking about the next game. Seattle’s always a tough opponent.” It’s a fair excuse since we travel tomorrow with the game the next day. “But hey, a wedding party sounds fun.”
It sounds great to me—celebrating this marriage would be perfect. And isn’t that a step in letting her know my feelings are real? Not simply when I claim I’m in love in front of her aunt—I know Maeve could think that’s for show.
“Sure,” she says, and it’s almost too easy. She glances over at me again. “Are you sure you’re okay? You really seemed distracted.”
I can’t have her thinking I’m not all in. And there’s one surefire way to get Maeve’s mind off this: sex. Because my girl loves sex. “Sorry, honey. I was just thinking…about how much I want you to sit on my face when we get home. Will you forgive me for being horny?”
When she laughs and says, “Fair enough. Me too,” I feel like I’ve pulled off the heist of the century.
Especially since, fifteen minutes later, we’re in bed, and she’s riding my mouth, grabbing the headboard like she’s a cowgirl riding a bucking bronco. She’s grinding down on me and groaning. “Fuck, Asher. Why are you so good at this?”
Because I fucking love you.
She rocks faster against my mouth, using me to chase her pleasure. “It’s never been like this,” she cries out.
It can always be like this.
“Yes. Just like that,” she moans, and she’s close, so close to losing control, and hell, so am I. My dick is aching, leaking at the tip, but my wife is hosting a slip-and-slide party on my face. Hell, she’s trying to smother me, and what a way to go.
But I focus on my one job.
Make. Her. Scream.
I devour her sweet pussy, flick my tongue against her clit, and yank her down impossibly closer to my face till she comes in the loudest, longest orgasm in the history of San Francisco.
When she finally climbs off me, she looks like she’s about to collapse, and that’s fine by me. I’ll straddle her waist and come on her tits like she likes. Only, she’s faster than I am. She slides down between my thighs and covers my dick with her lips.
I unleash a feral groan from the unholy pleasure of her wicked mouth, but there’s something I want more. Tugging her off me, I say, “Get on your back. Legs over my shoulders. Need to fuck you till you’re dripping with my come,” I say.
She scrambles off me.
Soon I’m balls deep in her, fucking hard and ruthlessly. “I love fucking you, Maeve,” I bite out, getting closer to what I mean.
“I love it too,” she murmurs.
“I love it when you come,” I grunt as I drive in.
“Same here,” she pants out.
“I just fucking love it all,” I rasp out.
I could confess everything right now, but that’s crass, even for me. Instead, I thrust deep until she cries out.
I follow her there, filling her up. When I ease out, I stare at the come dripping down her thighs before I run my fingers through it and push it inside her once more till she’s arching and asking me to finger fuck her. Well, I’m not turning that down. I finger fuck her with my come till she cries out my name again.
After a quick shower, I say, “I’ll walk Ruby Roo one more time.”
“Ruby Roo,” she repeats, like she enjoys the way the new nickname sounds.
All these things are bringing us together for real. All I have to do now is say it. As I walk the dog in the dark, letting her sniff to her heart’s content, I make a plan. I’ll tell Maeve when I return. I’ll tell her I love her and that I want to go on a real date with her, then on another, then on many, many more.
But once I’m back in the house, Maeve’s asleep, lights off to the world. The dog jumps up on the bed and curls into a tight dog ball at the foot of it, sighing as she settles in, close to Maeve. Always close to Maeve. I sit next to the two of them and practice. “I love you,” I say to my sleeping wife.
Something eases inside me. I feel a peace I didn’t expect. A hope for the future. My shoulders relax. I breathe out, then breathe in, imagining the days unfolding with her. Without the worry of them ending. Without an expiration date. With just…more.