Total pages in book: 142
Estimated words: 134725 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 674(@200wpm)___ 539(@250wpm)___ 449(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 134725 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 674(@200wpm)___ 539(@250wpm)___ 449(@300wpm)
Him, taking my breasts into his hands and reverently kissing them. Sucking them. Staring at them like they were wonders of the universe.
Me, running my hands up and down his ass while I tried to deep throat him.
For a girl who hadn’t ever had sex until the day before, I sure made up for lost time. We’d done it at least half a dozen times. And he was good at it. So very good at it.
“Since Ollie’s up, what if we go have breakfast with him, I show you both the plans for the addition for Chili, and then we take him to school. Then we’ll come back here, and I fuck you.”
I giggled.
“Or you can fuck me. Or both.”
“School? I didn’t know if he was in school or not.”
“He does part-time studies at home, often with my father when I’m at the office, and a few times a week they do in-class activities and have social time. I was planning to keep him home today, but last night he woke for a drink of water and I was also up, checking on him. We spoke. I gave him a talking to about the events of yesterday and then told him to go back to bed, said we’d skip class today and he could work on things at home. He wanted, very much, to go to school and tell his friends about his new mother. Or, momma, as he’s decided you’ll be called.”
My heart swelled.
“He’s still feeling guilt, as he should, but I think the worry he endured yesterday was a solid lesson for him.”
I nodded. “Poor little guy.”
Zane’s expression went sharp. “Poor little guy. Maybe next time that poor little guy will come to his father or his grandfather, or perhaps his new momma first when faced with a problem, rather than go to his friend’s much older idiot-brained brother.”
I winced. “I’m sure Marko didn’t mean any actual harm.”
“His grandfather is dealing with him. Meanwhile, he’s barred from this house.”
“That’s harsh, Zane.”
Zane gave me a challenging look, one eyebrow going up slightly. I felt like a scolded child.
“Anyway, let’s just give it a little time. And let me help cool your temper a little more after he’s at school?” I suggested, helpfully.
He looked at me thoughtfully and shrugged. “That might help.”
I beamed at him.
He held his device over me and looked at his screen. “Everything looks good. Except this ear gem. I’ll take a shower and by the time we’re sitting down to breakfast, I can give you more medication.”
“Okay,” I agreed, kissed him, and then went in search of Ollie and Chili.
I found them sitting on the larger outdoor deck at the table. Ollie was giving him a bottle, dressed for the day in dark coveralls and a grey long-sleeved shirt.
I waved and ordered a coffee for me and another for Zane from the machine closest to the sliding door that led to where they were and stepped out with them a moment later.
“Good morning,”
“Good morning,” Ollie greeted with a soft voice, concern in his big green eyes. “Are you feeling better?”
“Much. Thank you for asking.”
“I’m very sorry about yesterday, Tanya.”
“I know honey. I understand what happened. I’ve made mistakes, too, so I understand how you thought you were helping. Your dad told me that he had a talk with you. So, I’m guessing you now know how important it is to talk to an adult that you trust about big, important things, especially things that could be dangerous, right?”
He nodded. His little lips were in a pout again and I didn’t want to make him cry. I was afraid it’d set me off, too, so I said, “Let’s put it to bed then. Done. Over. Finished. We don’t need to keep being sad or sorry. It’s done. Right?” I did a sweeping motion with my hands.
He nodded again but I wasn’t convinced.
“Show me.” I repeated the motion and jerked my chin for him to do it. “Maybe it you dust it off, you’ll believe it really is done. Do it.” I repeated the motion.
Ollie put Chili’s bottle down and followed suit doing the same. And then he gave me a hesitant smile. Chili jumped onto the table and laid back down, holding his own bottle.
“Good. Done.” I sipped my coffee.
“Okay,” he said. “And you and Daddo got married, so something good happened, right?”
I laughed nervously, not sure how to respond. He was right, of course, but I didn’t want it to seem like the ends justified the means.
“We are married now, yes.”
“Daddo told me he was already planning to marry you yesterday anyways.”
I jolted; eyes wide with surprise. “Oh, he was, was he?”
Chili let go of the bottle he was feeding himself and hopped to me.
“Yup,” Ollie told me.
“Did you grow overnight, Chili Bean?” I asked Chili, looking for other subjects.