Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 96833 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96833 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
He made a huge batch and set them on the dining room table with lemon, sugar, and a chocolate spread. He’d also cut up tons of fresh fruit. It was quite the feast.
After the three of us demolished the entire batch and all the accoutrements, my father rubbed his stomach. “You know, I haven’t had much of an appetite lately, but it seems I just wasn’t interested in anything other than these delicious pancakes. Thank you for making them, son.”
“My pleasure, sir. I’m happy you were able to eat them.”
“Whether I can keep them down is another thing…” Dad chuckled.
Sig nodded. “My wife, Britney, never had much of an appetite during her treatments. We’d celebrate any time she ate something and kept it down. But it was really the lack of eating that made her weaker. I’m happy you were able to enjoy the pancakes.”
My stomach dipped as it hit me—how concerned Sig always was about whether or not I’d eaten. I wondered if it was triggering for him when I told him I hadn’t, whether it made him think back to those days.
My dad cleared his throat. “Britney was lucky to have you by her side through it all, just like I’m lucky to have my daughter. I’m sorry Abby had to leave England to come take care of me.”
“She’s exactly where she’s meant to be right now,” Sig said.
Dad offered me a sympathetic smile. “I know she wishes she was back there, though.”
Sig grinned over at me. “We miss her, too.”
Dad cocked his head. “We?”
“Lavinia and me.”
“Ah.” My father nodded. “The old lady. I heard she’s a hoot. When I get through this, I’m personally delivering her a bottle of Fireball, since you told me that’s her favorite.” Dad stood. “Well, if you’ll excuse me, I think I’m gonna head upstairs for the night.” He turned to Sig. “You’ll still be here in the morning, right?”
“Yes. I was planning to stay for a few days, if that’s alright with you.”
“You can stay as long as you like if you keep making those pancakes.” Dad chuckled.
“That can be arranged.”
Shortly after my father went upstairs, Sig went to take a shower while I cleaned up the kitchen. We needed to talk, yet all I could think about was getting him alone tonight. How were we supposed to have sex in this small house, though? My father was a light sleeper.
But where there’s a will, there’s a way.
CHAPTER 37
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Abby
Track 37: “Light On” by Maggie Rogers
Sig crept up behind me in the kitchen after his shower. The heat of his body felt like an electrical current against my skin. And whatever cologne he’d just applied smelled incredibly good. I turned, and his eyes locked on my mouth. Rubbing my index finger along his bottom lip, I whispered, “I know we need to talk about serious issues, but I don’t feel like keeping my hands off you long enough to have a conversation right now.”
His eyes shimmered. “We need to chat, but having my knob inside you is more important for the moment? Is that what you’re saying?”
I looked down at his prominent hard-on. “From the looks of things, talking is not exactly at the forefront of your mind either, Benedictus. Unless you plan on chatting with that missile in your pants…”
“You’re right. I want you more than my next breath right now.” He pressed his body against mine. “But tell me…how exactly is that supposed to work with your father upstairs? I’m going to explode if I don’t get to have you tonight. Any good hiding places? I’m not picky.”
Biting my bottom lip, I gestured toward the side door. “Have I ever showed you Dad’s big tool shed out back?”
“No, but I have a sudden need for a screw…driver.”
I smacked his chest. “That was terrible.”
“I’m not very creative when my mind has been hijacked by my cock.”
“Come with me,” I said, leading him by the hand.
“That’s the plan.” He chuckled.
Leaves crunched beneath our feet as we crossed the yard. I opened the shed door and turned on the single interior light. There was also a switch to activate the heat, which I was grateful for in the middle of November. I closed the door behind us, and Sig and I fell into a passionate kiss.
Then he flipped me around to face the wall. “I want to fuck you from behind. We’ve never done that before. And we don’t have room for much else in here. That okay?”
“Yes,” I breathed, lifting my T-shirt dress over my head and hanging it on the handlebar of a lawnmower.
“I love how eager you are,” he said.
I heard the clank of his belt buckle and then his zipper lowering, which sent a bolt of excitement through me.
“And you’re not eager?” I taunted.
“Eager is not strong enough of a word,” he answered, lowering my underwear and placing his hot, throbbing cock against my butt crack. “Feel how fucking eager I am.”