Total pages in book: 155
Estimated words: 147891 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 739(@200wpm)___ 592(@250wpm)___ 493(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 147891 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 739(@200wpm)___ 592(@250wpm)___ 493(@300wpm)
“It’s infused with whiskey,” Caz says to me. “Don’t eat too much. It’ll get you really drunk.”
“Probably why Nikita here likes it so much,” Juniper teases.
“Oh, whatever, Jun! Like you can’t say the same. This is, what, your sixth glass of wine?”
Juniper points her fork at Nikita. “Oi, don’t call me out like that. I’ll stab you with my fork.”
Nikita breaks out in laughter, and I notice Tallulah giggling at the conversation. Nikita leans over the table a bit, whispering to Juniper. “What do you say we go to the Silver Swan after this?”
“You think your husband will go for it?” Juniper whispers back.
“I can hear you both,” Lew grumbles, and that causes both Juniper and Nikita to break out in laughter again. Yeah, they’re pretty drunk.
“We have Yurina keeping an eye on Britt for us, babe. Come on,” Nikita whines, clinging to Lew’s large, tattooed arm. “Let’s go out, have a little fun.”
“Not a chance. Yurina is old and falls asleep at the drop of a hat on her porch. I don’t trust Britt at home alone for more than two hours. She’ll throw a damn bash for all we know.”
“You’re right.” Nikita’s head shakes. “That girl, I swear. Caz, can’t you, like, instill some kind of monarch law where teenagers have to listen to their parents?”
One side of Caz’s lips quirk. “I believe that’d be an abuse of power.”
“Well, sometimes people need it in order to get in line.” Nikita shrugs, but I don’t miss the way Caz fidgets in his chair a bit. “She still hasn’t taken the youthwater, you know?”
Caz leans back in his chair, relaxing again. “Just trust her. Let her grow into her own woman. She’ll thank you for being patient with her down the line.”
Nikita presses her lips, and her eyes soften. “Wow. Are you always this sentimental? Willow, what have you done to our monarch?”
I fight a laugh, and a few others at the table laugh too. I carry my eyes to Caz who has lowered his head a bit, his face turning a bright red. He’s so adorable.
Chapter 74
WILLOW
After dessert, Caz leads me out of the guesthouse and toward the beach. We kick out of our shoes, sending them flying across the sand, then I tug the hem of my dress up to walk along the black sand.
The sand sparkles beneath the cool moonlight, glittery silver specks that remind me of a shattered mirror. The ocean’s waves gently crash in the distance, and I walk to shore, letting the cool, dark water run over my feet when I reach it. Caz meets at my side, standing so close I can feel the heat of his body. He smells like expensive cologne and bloom. The cologne reminds me of mahogany and smoked wood.
I start to say something, but he tips my chin with his fingers and drops his head, kissing me ever so slowly. The kiss is gentle, applied with minimal pressure, and with the drinks swimming through my veins and the desire I have for him, I sink into the kiss, dropping the hem of my dress to slide my hands over his shoulders.
I curl my fingers into his hair, deepening the kiss, and he releases a guttural groan, picking me up in his arms. He stumbles forward until my back bumps against one of the jagged rocks, and I moan as he shoves the fabric of my dress up to my hips. Our lips tear apart so he can unbutton his pants and lower them just enough to pull his hardening dick out, and when he does, he pushes my panties aside and buries himself into me. I clasp his face in my hands again as our lips collide, pressing and parting, gasps escaping. The rock scrapes my back, but some of the satiny fabric from my dress blocks whatever pain it tries to bring.
“I can’t believe I have you,” he whispers on the crook of my neck. “Can’t believe you’re mine. How have I gotten so lucky?”
“It’s not luck,” I breathe. “It’s destiny.”
He grins, his beautiful teeth gleaming in the moonlight, and his smile is so infectious I smile too. He finishes in a heated few minutes beneath the burning stars, pulling out with a grunt and coming on my belly. Then, with ease, he whips out a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe the puddle of cum away, then drops my legs so I can stand straight.
Lowering to his knees, he shoves my dress up just enough to put his head beneath it.
“Caz,” I giggle as his mouth grazes the front of my thigh. “What are you doing?”
He doesn’t answer, at least not with words. Instead, he’s pulling my panties down completely, forcing me to step out of them, and when I feel the hotness of his tongue sliding through the lips of my pussy, I gasp. He shoves one of my legs up and rests it over his shoulder to get a deeper taste, his head still beneath the dress, moving carefully.