Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 102361 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 512(@200wpm)___ 409(@250wpm)___ 341(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102361 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 512(@200wpm)___ 409(@250wpm)___ 341(@300wpm)
Which is fine because I’ll just make her come again on my cock.
“God, you have thick fingers.”
“All the better to finger fuck you with in the back seat of my truck.”
She huffs out a chuckle and starts to bear down on me, her body tensing as she’s just on the precipice of coming.
“Chase that orgasm, baby. Fuck my hand and come all over it. You’re so fucking amazing. I can’t get enough of you.”
“Ah, shit.” Her eyes clench shut, but I grab her throat with my free hand.
“Eyes on me.”
Biting her lip, she opens those baby blues. Her jaw drops, and she starts to come apart.
“That’s it. Fuck, you’re so perfect when you fall apart like this.”
“Brooks.”
“Goddamn, you’re tight. So fucking tight, your pussy’s sucking my fingers like crazy.”
“Oh God.” She leans in, rests her forehead on my shoulder, and rides the wave of the orgasm. I pull my hand free and lick my fingers clean before unbuckling my belt and opening my jeans.
“Take my cock out.”
She shivers at the sound of my voice and immediately does as I say. She reaches into my boxer briefs and pushes them down, unleashing my pulsing, hard dick.
“I want you to ride me, baby.” I kiss the middle of her sternum, right between her breasts as she sinks down over me, making us both groan, and then I’m pushing up into her. I can’t stop myself.
With my hands on her hips, I guide her up and down on my shaft. She leans in again and rests her forehead against mine.
“How does it get better every time?” she whispers against my lips.
“Because it’s us.” My hands knead the globes of her ass, and she clenches around me even tighter, strangling my cock. “Keep doing that, and you’ll make me come.”
“I think that’s the point.” She nibbles my lips, and I pull her down harder, slamming her down on me. “Yes, fuck. Harder, babe.”
The thing is, Jules and I always loved rough sex. Rough and hard and fast. And thank fuck that hasn’t changed.
I reach back and drag my finger over the tight muscle of her asshole, making her gasp and that perfect pussy tighten even more.
“I’ll have you here,” I growl against her lips. I don’t know if it’s a warning or a promise. “I’m going to own this perfect body.”
“You already do.” She starts to shatter over me. “Please let me come. Please.”
“That’s my good girl.” I thrust up hard, and she squeezes me so tightly with her own climax, there’s no way I don’t follow her over. “Goddamn, Jules.”
“Yes.” She’s holding me with all her might. “Yes, yes, yes, yes.”
I come apart, emptying myself inside her. “Christ Jesus.”
“He’s not here,” she says with a sigh as she collapses against me, hugging me close, her sweet face in my neck. “But holy shit, I might have seen heaven just now.”
I chuckle and kiss her forehead, pushing her sweaty hair off her face.
“This spot is still magic,” I growl into her ear. “We’ll be coming here often.”
“It’s a date.”
Chapter Seventeen
JULIET
My morning walks haven’t changed since I’ve been staying at Brooks’s house. I need the jaunt through town to start my day with my head on straight, no matter what the weather is. It’s my mental health time.
Thankfully, the rain has moved out, and the fall air is crisp and perfect. I’m in a red hoodie that I stole from Brooks this morning, and feel quite smug about it. He saw me in it before I left the house, and he smirked, fisted the collar, and pulled me in for a hot, deep kiss.
The kind of kiss that only Brooks can deliver.
The kind that makes my toes curl and my ovaries do the cha-cha.
God bless him.
I snort and walk down to the sidewalk, staring ahead at the big house across the street. God, I love that red roof. Those black shutters. And that deep front porch is perfect for a porch swing. It’s so crazy that Brooks lives right here, where we daydreamed so many times about that big house on the corner, how we’d fill it with kids and make it our forever home.
Shaking away the melancholy—because frankly, I have nothing to complain about right now because I have my man back, and he’s everything—I set off for my usual walk through town. The sun is rising later and later as we firmly move into fall, and I kind of love it. The mornings are quiet, with not many people out and about, and I can soak in Bitterroot Valley. I walk through downtown and notice that Jackie’s already in her kitchen, so I knock on the window and give her a wave.
She smiles widely and waves back, and then I continue down to my own restaurant.
I don’t go inside, but peering through the glass, I can see that Anderson has accomplished a lot over the past couple of days. The walls are up and painted, and it looks like the flooring has arrived, and the boxes are sitting in the middle of the room to acclimate.