Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 100367 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100367 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
That has her floundering. “You just called me by my government name, so I guess you mean it.”
After lying back down, I guide her up my torso until she’s hovering over my face, her hands braced on the wooden headboard.
“This isn’t sitting. This is squatting.”
“I can’t put all my weight on your mouth, Tucker Hendrix.”
“Challenge accepted.” I smack her ass again and pull her down, my hands gripping onto her hips as she lowers. When I lick right inside her entrance, and she cries out, my cock fills to bursting.
And I was already hard as fuck.
“Hmm,” I hum against her as I lap and kiss and suck, and her hips move in circles as she grinds down on me, riding my face like a fucking bull-riding champ.
Fuck yes.
“Tucker! God, your mouth could end wars. But if you put it on anyone else, I will cut their eyes out.”
I chuckle against her and suck my way up to her clit. I can see her writhing above me, shivering and losing herself in the sensations.
When her legs start to shake, I easily reverse our position again, spread her wide, and fucking devour her.
“Tucker!” she screams as she comes hard into my mouth, bucking against me. Before she can come down from that high, I quickly move up her body and plunge right inside her, until I’m buried to the hilt, and she grabs onto me, as if she wants me even closer. “Fuck yes. Yes yes yes yes.”
“Yes?” I pull out and then push back in again, and she moans. “Your pussy is perfect. The taste, how wet you get, the way you feel wrapped around my cock. Every bit of it is absolutely perfect, and all mine. Do you hear me?”
“I hear you.”
I’m pounding into her now, unable to hold back. Christ my entire body is buzzing with the need to claim her, to mark her as mine.
“Tucker,” her voice breaks as she crests over into another orgasm, shattering beautifully beneath me, her pussy rippling around me and pulling my own climax from me.
I come inside her, my forehead on hers, both of us breathing the same goddamn air.
“Wow,” she says as she starts to catch her breath. “I’ve never done the drunk-sex thing before, but it’s fucking fun.”
I smirk and kiss her delectable lips until I have to come up for air.
“Still drunk, baby?”
“Nah, closer to sober now. Whew.” She drags her nails lightly up and down my back, making me groan and begin to harden again, still inside her.
“Let’s go to the house,” I murmur against her neck. “And settle in for the night.”
“We can move my stuff tomorrow.”
“Excellent plan.” I stand and then pull her off the bed and into my arms.
“Wait, are you carrying me over there naked?”
“That’s part of the excellent plan, yes. No one but the wildlife will see us.”
“Scandalous.”
CHAPTER TWENTY
DARBY
“Sylvester, you’re adorable.” I smile down at the orange cat, who’s currently chasing a butterfly through the greenhouse while I work on planting herbs in little plastic holders.
This cat has been following me around all morning while I plant things and work in the gardens. The fence is up, so I feel confident in planting now, and I might have gone a little crazy today.
I prop my gloved hands on my hips and blow a strand of hair out of my eye as I survey the space.
All the shelves are covered in planted seeds. In addition to herbs, such as basil, thyme, parsley, and oregano, I have flowers starting and even some veggies. Okay, lots of vegetables. Who doesn’t love garden-fresh green beans?
Yesterday, Tucker helped me move my stuff into the house, and then we checked on the livestock before spending a good portion of the day back in bed.
I got what I asked for. I’m walking funny.
But I’m not sorry. Not even a little bit.
Sylvester follows me out of the greenhouse, where I’m about to plant some rosebushes. I have no idea how all of this got delivered out here, I just know that I told Tucker what I wanted, and everything was magically here this morning.
Like he’s a damn witch or something and conjured it up himself.
He’s spoiling me. He says it’s the bare minimum, but he’s wrong. This is above and beyond. I’m living in his house, although we haven’t put a label on what this is. We haven’t discussed it. And maybe we don’t have to. Maybe it’s as simple as the two of us enjoying each other for the next year while I’m living out here, and then we’ll move on to something else.
He’ll move on to someone new.
Yuck.
The thought of that makes me want to lose my breakfast. Absolutely not. That’s not what I want. But it’s still new, and I don’t want to be too needy either.
This whole relationship thing is exhausting.