Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 72421 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72421 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Epilogue
EROS
That skirt is driving me nuts. It doesn’t help that she’s wiggling around in my lap. She elbows me when I slide my hand up her thigh, under her skirt. That’s not going to deter me. I’m ready to go. We’ve had dinner and dessert, and now everyone has been conversing for the past few hours. I’ve been on edge since the moment she slipped her little outfit on today.
Bonte laughs at something. I don’t know what. The only thing I’m paying attention to is her. When she laughs, it makes that ass of hers rub more on my dick. How easy would it be for me to undo my pants, slide her panties to the side, and slip right into her warm heat? Except for those damn stockings of hers. They’re thin with a fishnet pattern; ripping them would be loud for sure.
Wonder if I say it's time to go if my mom will give me one of her mom stares. It's Sunday, and that means it's mandatory family dinner. Bonte loves them, and her dad often comes along too. He's been keeping his nose clean. Well, as clean as you can working for the Marinos. He moved into a condo not far from us, making it easy for him to pop in whenever the fuck he wants. I keep my mouth shut about that because it makes Bonte happy. They’ve been able to repair their relationship, and I want it to continue to grow.
I need to remind myself that I have to share some of her time. Especially now that she's in college. Which is better than when she was in high school. That shit was all day. With college, she has a few courses online and a couple at the university. Bonte's not sure what she wants to major in or if college is for her. I can take care of the both of us and told her not to rush. She's dipping her toes in. I think she should stick to her art. My girl has skills and an eye for it.
Our once bare-bones home is now filled with color and life. She's put her touch on every inch of the place. I didn't know how that shit could affect you. When I walk into our home, I'm hit with warmth. I never realized how much I needed that, but that was the case with a lot of things before Bonte.
"What!" half the room says in unison, snapping my attention off my girls' legs and onto whatever they are talking about. Bonte's eyes are wide with shock.
"What?" Naomi asks. "You think I'm not marriage material?"
"It's one thing to say maybe I'll get married. You just said you are getting married," my mom says to her. Mac and I share a look. This is kind of news to me. I didn't think it would happen. It was more talk.
"I get to help plan it," Nix announces.
"We don't even know to whom!?" Bonte adds. Her shocked expression is gone, and now she's glaring at Naomi. The two of them are tight, having grown closer over the last year. Naomi is also always popping up at our place. Sometimes it seems a bit surreal just how much Naomi has changed since Bonte came into her life. But then I remember how much of an effect she has on me.
I can't deny that there is something about Bonte that attracts the darker personality. It could be that she can relate and still give off the sweet softness.
"It might be an arranged marriage," Naomi informs the room. It shouldn’t be shocking that she’s just dropping these information bombs on everyone. The room falls dead silent at that.
"What year is it?" Nix asks. "That's still a thing outside of romance books?" It is still very much a thing. Do people forget that Tova was ordered to marry War?
“Not to be crude—”
“Liar.” Jax is interrupting Nix. She shoots him a death glare along with her middle finger and continues.
“But Naomi. You know if you get married, you have to like kiss and have sex with them. Be affectionate… even cuddle sometimes.” I press my face into Bonte’s back. I don’t know why that’s so humorous, but it is.
“I will not discuss such things,” Naomi says curtly, sounding scandalized. This shit is getting all kinds of intriguing. I find Naomi’s demeanor more interesting than the arranged marriage part.
“Oh, we will be,” I hear my girl say under her breath.
“Are you blushing?” Now that, I have to see, and I go back to watching this all unfold.
“It’s warm in here, and can we not talk about these things right now? My father is here.” I do have to admit, I cannot picture Naomi kissing anything, but then again, I would have said the same about myself. The thought of someone being that close to you is unsettling. Bonte’s different. She can crawl inside of me for all I care. Actually, that sounds nice.