Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 86102 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86102 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
“Gonna…oh fuck. Fuck.”
His salty taste filled my mouth. I swallowed and swallowed, trying to follow his order and not waste a drop. Finally, his moans slowed, and I released him with a final swipe of my tongue.
My cock was painful in my fist now, throbbing and harder than I’d ever been.
“Daddy, please.”
“Yes, my good boy, you can come.” He stroked my hair before touching my swollen lips. Fuck. The rasp of his callused finger had my hand flying.
“Thank you. Oh, thank you.”
“That’s right. You are so fucking sexy. Get there, baby,” Adam encouraged, eyes locked on mine. I’d never felt so seen, so powerful and sexy.
“Daddy. Daddy.” I came with a huge shudder, my body collapsing in on itself, star going supernova, coming so much it coated my hand, dripped onto my pants, and hell if I cared for anything but how damn amazing each shudder felt.
“Fuck.” Adam whistled appreciatively as he continued to pet my hair. “You could seriously suck the finish off my Chevy.”
I snorted. “Not that high a bar.”
“Hey, don’t you be knocking my truck. It runs.”
“It has character.” I couldn’t remember ever being this giddy, this high. “Oh, that was good.”
Apparently not caring that I was messy with come, Adam hauled me up next to him on the bed, giving me a kiss on the head before retrieving the towel I’d left on the chair in the corner. He tenderly cleaned my hands before settling back down on the bed, pulling me snuggly against him.
“Come here so I can kiss you a little more before I go.” He tipped my face toward his.
“Uh…” Even with the command, I still hesitated. Adam’s earthy lewdness was far outside my experience. But I liked it. So much.
“Told you. I like messy. Tasting it turns me on.” Kissing me deeply, he showed me exactly how much. I shuddered hard as he released me.
“I liked that.” Strangely shy again, I dropped my head to his shoulder.
“Me too. Fuck. Me too. I’m gonna need more of that for sure. Gonna spend my next three shifts at work replaying that.”
“Same.” Relief coursed through me. His talk about a repeat hadn’t been an empty boast. He really did want me. And that wanting was enough to make me tremble anew.
“Feel free to come by after your weekend shifts.” Adam pressed a kiss to my forehead.
“I’m out on drinking,” I groaned. But when he frowned, I quickly added, “But maybe for food…”
“Good boy.” He found my mouth for a kiss so sweet I couldn’t help my contented sigh. I was so tempted to ask him to stay the night, but I knew I shouldn’t. Letting him go was already going to be hard enough.
Eleven
Adam
“You look happy,” my mom observed as she set a second steaming casserole on the counter by the oven. One was for the B&B breakfast the next morning and the other was for me, which was nice and would save me some time cooking this week.
“It’s a nice night, and I actually took myself off the schedule for once.” I was due to meet Quinn for dinner at his place, but I wasn’t sharing those plans with Mom. Not because I wanted to keep Quinn a secret, but because she’d leap ten paces down a road I wasn’t quite sure we were even on.
“Glad one of us has some time off.” She wiped her forehead with her oven mitt. “At least this casserole finished a little early. I’ve still got to get to Coos Bay to the home improvement store for something that just can’t wait, and I’ve got East Coast guests arriving tonight. I need to be here to check them in, but if I hurry, I can probably squeeze the store in.”
“What’s the emergency?” I asked, patting her arm because she looked none too sure about getting everything she needed accomplished. “Can Coos Bay wait for tomorrow?”
“No. There’s a light out in the garage at a rental. A size of florescent tube we don’t have a spare for and the local store doesn’t carry. And naturally, guests arrive early tomorrow for that property. I was going to swap it out myself, not bother you with another request for a favor, but then I discovered the lack of a spare.”
“You are not climbing a ladder again if I can help it.” I got all stern with her because Mom refused to acknowledge that she was getting older. The last few times she’d attempted something involving a stepstool, she’d had some dizziness and needed a hand down. “I’ll do it. The bulb swap and the store both. You should be here for the guests.”
“You sure? If you have plans, I can try to call someone else.”
“You have me.” I knew how tight her profit margin could be, even in tourist season, and there was no sense in her calling around trying to find a handyperson free to come help on short notice. “I’ll rearrange some things so I can make the trip.”