Total pages in book: 126
Estimated words: 116231 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116231 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
“Want something else,” he whispers as he presses his cock into my ass, and I laugh.
“That’s going to have to wait for about three hours.”
“Ugh,” he groans, “we could just escape upstairs.”
“Remember when we did that and Nora was at the bathroom door?” I remind him. “I’m never doing that again.”
“Fine.” He kisses me once before letting me go. “I’ll do the pancakes, you go sit with the kids.”
“I can help.” I look over at him, seeing him wearing his shorts hanging low on his hips.
“No.” He shakes his head. “You’ll bend over or brush up on me, and I’ll have a hard-on the whole time.” I roll my eyes at him, grabbing my coffee and heading over to the couch.
I curl my feet under me while the smell of bacon fills the house, watching whatever show the kids put on. I look outside the window at the backyard, and I don’t think I’ve ever been this content before. “Breakfast is ready,” Knox announces and then walks out of the kitchen. “Vincent, food!” he shouts for Vincent, who is probably up but lounging in his room. He does that a lot these days, and I know it’s only going to get worse as he becomes a teenager. But he has been a bit better with the going back and forth now that he’s talking to a therapist so that makes it easier on all of us.
I get off the couch last and head over to the kitchen, putting my mug down and wrapping my arm around Knox’s waist. He stretches his hands over his shoulders as the kids grab their plates and fill them up with what they want to eat. “We have an announcement to make,” he says once the kids are on their stools.
All three sets of eyes look up at us. “Kylie is going to be moving in,” he states. I look at all three faces quickly and then look up at him.
“Doesn’t she live here now anyway?” Vincent asks, pouring syrup on his pancakes.
“I don’t live here,” I try to defend myself, “I just stay here.”
“So you are going to move all your things here?” Westley questions, shoving pancakes in his mouth.
“Just my clothes,” I tell them.
“Are you getting married?” Nora asks and then gasps. “Can I get a princess dress?”
“We are not getting married.”
“Yet,” Knox cuts in and I glare at him, “but she is moving in and now will officially be living with us.”
“Okay,” Westley says.
“There you go,” Knox says, “done.” They act like it’s nothing, and I guess I should be happy that it’s smooth.
I shake my head and make my whole plate before going to the fridge and grabbing some strawberries and raspberries I washed the other day and stored them. “I want fruit,” Nora says and I sit down on the stool and put some on her plate. The kids eat and then clean up and head up to get ready to leave.
“Bye, Kylie.” Nora comes into the kitchen, giving me a hug when it’s time for her to leave.
“Bye, sweetie.” I hug her and kiss the top of her head. “You have a great week, and I’ll see you on Thursday at your brother’s hockey game.”
Westley and Vincent give me quick hugs before rushing out of the house. “I’ll be back in twenty minutes,” he says, coming to give me a kiss. “I want you naked in the middle of the bed.” He grabs my pussy. “You can start without me if you want.”
“Yes, because I’ve been cleaning the kitchen, the whole time thinking I really want to go upstairs and play with myself.” I push him away.
“Then don’t get naked and I’ll get you naked.” He winks at me and my phone rings right before he walks out of the house and the door slams behind him.
I walk around the counter to get it and see that Victoria is calling me. “Hello, Tori,” I say, putting it on speakerphone.
“Hey,” she says, “sorry to call you on a Sunday. Am I disturbing you?”
“Nope,” I reply, walking up the stairs and heading to the bedroom, where I do plan on getting naked for him. “What’s up?”
“Well,” she draws it out, and I can feel she’s nervous, especially when she bursts out laughing. “I know that we had a meeting a while ago.” I walk into the bedroom and sit on the bed. “I don’t even know if the offer still stands,” I gasp, “but if it does, I’d like to take the job.”
“It’s yours,” I quickly say. “Does this mean that you’re moving here, or will you be working remote?”
She takes a huge inhale. “It means I’m flying the coop and moving. Goodbye, Texas, hello, California.”
“Oh, wow. Well, I’m excited.”
“Great, me too. I can’t wait to start.” We spend ten minutes discussing when she would be able to start and when I hang up the phone, the front door opens.