Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 94692 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94692 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
“I’m on it,” he said, typing a response to her. “Is she still on her Maltesers kick?”
“Maltesers and Toblerone,” I replied. “Get her a bag of gummy bears too. She says she never wants them, but then she does—usually when the store is closed.”
He nodded, making a list. “And it has to be the Albanese brand, right?”
“Correct.” I eyed his list. “How are we on Nutella? She likes that on toast during the worst moments.”
“I might as well buy a new jar. I know you keep it hidden from the kids, but you don’t keep it hidden from me.”
I laughed.
“The heating pad—it’s in the closet upstairs, right?” he asked.
“Yeah, and her bath bombs are hidden in a box under the sink so that Lily can’t find them.”
Poor girl could spend hours taking hot baths when her cramps were at their worst.
“I might as well pick up a bottle of painkillers too,” he added. “And listen, I love that girl with all my heart, but I struggle to believe the generic brand ain’t just as good.”
We’d had that debate before, but if Hallie wanted her fancy brand, so be it. The placebo effect was still very real.
“Okay, we’ll get out of here,” he said, pocketing his phone. “At least my hard-on’s dead. James is safe for the moment.”
I chuckled. “Drive safe. We won’t be too long.”
CHAPTER 7
Ash Riley
Okay, I had to fucking breathe. I pulled out from his ass and figured I needed at least ten minutes to regain my strength.
“Hurry, they’re gonna be up soon,” Nate panted, getting onto his back.
“Your dirty talk needs some work.” I stifled a laugh and tried to catch my breath. Fuck me, that might’ve been the fastest fuck we’d had since our twenties. “I can’t wait till we get our own bedroom again.” With that, I nudged his legs apart and dipped down to suck him off.
He legit threw a pillow over his face, but I still heard all the desperation in that groan.
It was our own fault. We’d wasted a solid twenty minutes on cuddling and flirting, only to remember, shit, our cockblockers would wake up any moment and we hadn’t gotten off since last night.
No teasing today. I sucked him down my throat and swallowed around him, and his thighs turned into granite with how much he tensed up.
His body, man—and it wasn’t that he went to the gym these days. Or, that wasn’t all of it. It was just…Nathan. How he aged, how he wore our memories, how he evolved, how his laugh lines enhanced every smile, how the brown in his hair glinted with silver in some places. I just fucking loved growing older with him.
He pushed away the pillow again and sucked in a breath.
I hummed around his cock and swallowed every drop of pre-come, and he slipped his fingers through my hair to hold me in place.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he breathed. “Just like that, baby. Close.”
I’ll get you there.
I rolled his balls in my hand and redoubled my efforts, and I could tell he was right on the edge. Over and over, I sucked him down, and—there we fucking go. He slapped a hand over his mouth and groaned, his whole body going rigid, and then he started coming. I snaked my tongue around him and swallowed repeatedly, hot spurt after hot spurt, until he collapsed and melted into the mattress.
“Fuck me,” he panted.
Already did that, my love.
I sucked him clean before I crawled up his body, dropping kisses as I went.
He flinched and chuckled when I hit a ticklish spot.
Now we could go back to cuddling and flirting.
We met in a kiss, and he was too fucking cute. Post-orgasm, everything was good in the world.
“I needed that…” He stretched out underneath me and ran his fingers up my back.
“Despite that I gave it to you good last night.” I rubbed my nose to his. “You greedy slut.”
“You incorrigible troll,” he chuckled lazily. “You might wanna get off me unless you want me breathing down your neck in twenty minutes.”
“Damn, boy.” How was I gonna keep up with him? Then again… Feeling him like this, kissing him, being back in his arms, owning him again, belonging to him—I felt the same hunger. We had a lot of catching up to do.
But also, four kids. And I could hear feet padding away upstairs.
“Lily or Mikey?” I whispered against his lips.
He hummed. “Micah remembers to flush, so we’ll find out soon enough.”
The seconds ticked by, and we had ourselves another unhurried make-out session with wandering hands and sweet nothings.
“I’ll miss you today…”
“Me too.” I nipped at his bottom lip. “Good luck with your parents.”
He grinned. “Good luck with yours.”
At least mine were in another state. If Ma got too loud in her cheering, I could mute her or hang up the phone until she’d calmed down. But it was time to tell them our family was reunited. With Hallie down for the count, there wasn’t a chance in hell we were burdening her with babysitting this afternoon, so Nathan was gonna drop the youngest off at his folks. That way, Nate and I could head out to Mclean to plan our Saturday fun without any stress.