Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 112903 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 565(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112903 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 565(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
“Get up,” he whispers.
I hesitate.
“Get up, Sally. Face me and get on all fours. I ain’t playin’.”
I really like it when he bosses me around. I do as he said, rolling over and pushing up so that I’m on my hands and knees, facing him. Leaning my weight on my left hand, I reach for him with my right.
“Yes, Daddy,” I whisper.
My eyes have adjusted to the darkness, so I can see his nostrils flare as I wrap my hand around his dick and give it a slow, firm tug. Just how he taught me.
“Say it again. Call me that again.” He pumps his hips into my grip.
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Fuck,” he pants. “That’s a good girl. Now put me in your mouth. You know how to do it, Sunshine. Show me what you learned.”
Sucking in a sharp breath, he runs his hand down the length of my spine. His fingers slip between my ass cheeks and find my pussy.
He shoves his dick inside my mouth at the same moment he shoves his fingers inside me. I gag, my body jerking, but he doesn’t let up. Now he’s circling those fingers over my clit. He’s pumping into my mouth.
“You look so beautiful with my dick shoved down your throat,” he whispers. “So fucking beautiful.”
Oh God, I’m in agony.
I want to come so badly—I am so, so aroused—it literally hurts.
He grabs my hair and pulls it. Grabs my breast and plucks at my nipple.
I come. His cock is still in my mouth, muffling the sound of my cry as the shock wave hits.
“Never again,” he grunts as he comes in my mouth a second later. “I’m never letting you sleep in any bed but mine again.”
CHAPTER 27
Wyatt
THESE HAPPY GOLDEN YEARS
“Wait, wait. Did you just say you’re roasting a chicken?” Sally stares at me in disbelief from the threshold. She’s still in her jacket and boots, and she’s carrying a brown paper bag in her hand.
“I cook now, remember?” Smiling, I drop down to a squat and peer inside the oven. “Smells fuckin’ good.”
“Smells amazing. But you know Mom is—”
“Making dinner at the New House. I know. But I wanted you to myself tonight, so thought I’d do something here.”
Sally blinks. Her face is flushed from the cold. “I love this idea.”
“Thought you might. Go get comfortable.” I nod in the direction of our bedroom. Yes, now that Sally’s shit is in my drawers and she has a favorite side of the bed, it’s our room. Not quite sure how to break it to her, but we’ll get there. “I’ll open the wine. I think there’s a new episode of Forensic Files out.”
She smiles. My heart leaps. My sweet girl has a bit of an obsession with gruesome true-crime shows, and I love getting to watch them with her every night.
“Great. I’ll be right back.”
“No rush, Sunshine.”
“Thank you, handsome. This is”—she swallows—“such a nice surprise.”
What I don’t tell Sally? That I’m making Ina Garten’s famous “engagement chicken,” which apparently was the meal Emily Blunt and John Krasinski shared before he proposed to her.
Am I trying to manifest that shit? Maybe.
Do I want to ask Sally to marry me? Absolutely. I know she’s leaving, but we’ll figure that out later.
Who the fuck am I, I wonder as I open the wine, and what good deed did I do in a past life to deserve a life like this?
True to my word, I picked Sally up first thing in the morning after I visited her that night at her parents’ house. She’s been at my place ever since—a week and a half now. Every minute we’re not working, we’re together, often naked and sometimes sleeping.
We’ve settled into a nice, if exhausting, little routine. We wake up early—sleepy morning sex with Sally is my favorite—and then we’re usually out the door by four thirty. We grab breakfast with our families at the New House. Then we kiss and go our separate ways. With calving season coming up, we’ve both been busy.
Sometimes, we’ll cross paths during the day. A few days back, she was in the kitchen, helping Patsy prep dinner, so I snuck away from the herd and helped them prep too. Yesterday, Sally and John B were on Lucky River Ranch, helping Cash examine a pair of quarter horses he’d recently purchased, so I got to hang out with her in the barn and at lunch.
For the most part, though, we only see each other at the end of the day. I rush home. Sometimes, Sally is there; sometimes, she’s still out. When she’s home, we’ll hop in the shower together. When she’s not, I’ll clean up on my own and try to keep my dick in check while I wait for her.
During the week, we’ll have dinner at the New House with our families. I wouldn’t say things are great between John B, Cash, and me, but they’re getting better. I think now that everyone sees I mean business—I’m dating Sally out in the open, and I’m looking after her, treating her right—they’re coming around.