Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 78250 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78250 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
That is something I get to experience every day now, and I never get tired of our unconventional, perfect little slice of paradise high up in the Montana mountains. Bath time hits us as fast and furious as every other night, a blur of dinner, bubbles, and wailing about the absolute punishment of having to do something as awful as sleep.
We have the whole routine down to a T, thankfully, but we are usually all pretty beat by the time it’s over. Boone cooks, Dillon bathes, Chance changes and reads the boys their bedtime story while I feed Hailey, get her cleaned up, diapered, and into bed.
After our busy afternoon in the sunshine, she goes down a little easier than some nights, and I grin when I get back to our bedroom first. We had a bed custom-made to fit all four of us and still have space for the kids when they inevitably climb in with us. It takes up one whole wall of the cavernous master suite.
A suite that is rarely empty by the time I get here, but tonight, I get lucky. I stride right through to the adjoining bathroom, stripping as I go and turning on the faucet in the shower. It’s been such a hot day that I don’t even wait for the water to heat. I just step in and groan as the cool spray hits my muscles.
I am halfway through rinsing off all the sweat and sunscreen when I look up to find Boone standing in the doorway, watching me as intently as only he can. He’s already stripped down too, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed.
His lips are parted as he watches me, a heated, longing look in his eyes that instantly wakes my body. Desire hums to life in my blood and my nipples tighten, and wetness that has nothing to do with the shower gather between my legs.
As I dip my head back to rinse off my shampoo, I tug my lower lip between my teeth and allow my gaze to drop. Boone is just as chiseled as he’s always been, he and Chance still spending at least a couple of hours a day in the gym downstairs.
When my eyes finally reach the carved lines of his abdomen, a quiet moan escapes me as I realize he’s fully erect, his hand moving as he strokes himself lazily, just watching me watch him. I run my hands over my sides, my gaze glued to him as my fingers slides over my nipples.
“Yeah, okay. You win,” he finally bites out, crossing the bathroom in a few long strides.
Anticipation tightens everything inside as the shower door opens and he steps in. “What did I win? I wasn’t aware there was a prize up for grabs.”
“There is.” His big hands land on my hips, one powerful tug sending me crashing into his chest. He catches me, like he always does, slanting his lips over mine for a searing kiss that is over almost before it’s even begun.
A protest is still forming on my lips when he turns me around to face the wall, fitting his hard body behind mine as his hand snakes down past my belly button. My breathing hitches, but he stops just before he reaches my clit.
“The prize was the first orgasm of the night.”
“Dillon and Chance might not like that,” I whisper into the sound of gently cascading water. “They aren’t even here.”
“Then it’s their loss,” he murmurs against my hair, his fingers finally dipping lower to slide between my folds.
I try to muffle my moans, but I lose the battle when he circles my aching clit with a fingertip, the hot length of his erection pressing into my lower back. His hips are thrusting gently, his whole frame rigid behind mine.
“Take me to bed?”
He groans. “If you wish.” Bending over, he presses a quick kiss to the tip of my nose.
“Are the kids down?”
“All asleep,” he grinds out, grabbing a towel and halfheartedly drying me off before taking my hand and practically dragging me to our bed. “Dillon had to send a couple emails, and Chance was locking up. They’ll be here soon, but the kids are down for the count.”
I jerk my head in a nod, stopping at the side of the bed and waiting for him to tell me where he wants me. His hot, stormy gaze meets mine, holding it for a long moment as he rakes a hand through his hair, his pulse visibly slamming under his jaw.
“All fours,” he commands, grabbing my hips and just about picking me up onto the bed.
A soft laugh slips out of me as I comply, and he lines himself up with my entrance, his broad tip pushing into me in one powerful thrust. I grab a pillow and cry out into it, even though our walls are thick enough that they’re basically soundproof.