Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 68583 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68583 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
My cock slipped inside her wet pussy like it was custom made to be inside of her, and her to take me.
Her hands tightened, the one closest to my head catching some hair and pulling as she did.
I skimmed my lips over her jaw, then feathered my way down her throat.
Her collarbones.
My hand at the nape of her neck guided her mouth to mine, and I explored her tongue with mine as I rocked inside of her.
She pulled away panting, her eyes so intensely amber that it sent a shiver of excitement through me.
She was as into me as I was into her.
Fuck, we were both gone.
Which reminded me that I hadn’t said those three words back to her yet.
I was fucking terrified to.
I hadn’t said it to anyone other than family.
Though I felt the words in my soul, I couldn’t get them out. No matter how hard I tried.
“You’re lost, Copper,” she said, cupping my face.
“Not with you, baby,” I said. “Not with you.”
She moaned and lifted her lips to meet mine once again, my arm under her hip lifted her up, and I hit that angle that I knew would send her over.
It took three long, languid thrusts at the new angle, and her head was falling back on my hand as she cried out her release.
I growled and dropped my forehead to her collarbone before chasing my own.
Bodies sweaty and sated, we lay like that for long moments before she said, “I think we’re really going to be late.”
I chuckled. “Your dad’s never on time anyway.”
We were wrong.
They were not only on time, but they’d already ordered for themselves and Baker.
Baker nervously clutched my belly as she hid her head behind my shoulder.
“Come on, sweet girl,” I said. “Let’s take ’em by the horns.”
“How’d you know my mom was the devil?” she grumbled.
I got off the bike, and she reluctantly let me go so I could.
When I was helmet free, I reached for hers before placing it on the opposite handlebar from my own.
Holding out my hand, I held it out for her, letting her take the time she needed.
She winced and got off the bike but immediately latched onto my arm. “I don’t want the melted ice cream she got me.”
I squeezed her hand and said, “I’ll eat that one and get you a new one.”
“You don’t like ice cream,” she pointed out.
I liked it…just not with eight thousand things in it like she did.
I liked Blue Bell Homemade Vanilla, or Blue Bell Dutch Chocolate.
What I did not like were the M&M’s, or the gummy bears.
Gummy bears should be nowhere near my Blue Bell.
I didn’t even like Blue Bell’s weird flavors, like Dr Pepper, though Baker was in love with it.
We’d been fully living together for a week now, and we’d run out of Blue Bell Dr Pepper flavor twice, which I’d promptly replaced so she could have some the next day.
I’d smelled it, and that was all the incentive I needed not to taste it.
“I’ll live,” I said as I tugged her to where her parents sat.
I winked and bypassed them, ordering her what I knew she liked—James Brownie with an extra shooter of chocolate sauce—and then paid before turning back to the couple.
“I got you, your, uh, favorite.”
Shad’s wife, Frieda, was a good-looking woman for her age.
She had salt and pepper hair that was perfectly styled, and a fashion sense that was the exact opposite of Baker’s.
Prim jeans that covered her from waist to ankle. Ankle boots that covered her feet. A black, flowy top that was blowing wildly in the wind, and a hesitant smile that said that she really wanted to talk to her daughter.
I took the ice cream from her and took a bite. “I’ll eat this one and she can have the new one. She wants extra hot chocolate, since I’m trying to get her back up to fighting weight and all.”
Frieda’s motherly look took in her daughter.
Though she’d gained quite a bit of weight back, it was still easy to see that Baker had a lot to go.
The jean shorts she refused to replace hung off her hips, despite the belt holding them on.
She was wearing a black nursing tank top that fit her like a glove but still showed off the few ribs she hadn’t been able to get filled in just yet.
Her face was beautiful, though there were still a few sharp lines along her jaw and her cheekbones.
Though she was drop dead gorgeous, she would look even better when she had all the meat on her bones that she’d lost in those first few months after Holt’s birth.
Shad’s hand touched his wife’s shoulder, and she jolted. “Oh, I would’ve never thought to put two shots of chocolate syrup in there.”
“I only found out how to do it last week when Copper took me here,” Baker murmured, her eyes finding her mom’s and sliding away.