Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 49006 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 245(@200wpm)___ 196(@250wpm)___ 163(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49006 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 245(@200wpm)___ 196(@250wpm)___ 163(@300wpm)
“Be right back. Gotta text the guys. They’ll activate the women and bring you into the fold within ten minutes,” Tysen says, placing a kiss on my forehead and excusing himself from the conversation we’ve been having with his mom after I’ve filled myself to the gills.
“My boy knows what he wants and goes after it or her,” Loretta says once Tysen leaves the room. “I knew when he sent me a message yesterday that he’d found the one.” She takes a sip of her lemonade. “My boys, they don’t bring anyone around unless they’re serious. Tysen never has. Neither has Kai. Welcome to the family, honey.”
“Thank you. This isn’t exactly planned, but I can tell you the feelings I have for Tysen are the real deal.” I move the piece of cake around on my plate.
“You’re welcome, and I already know, Maci. I can tell by the way you look at my son. Now, should I pull out Tysen’s baby pictures?” she asks, changing the subject.
“Please do.” A look of mischief appears on her face, and I know I’m going to be getting every detail of Tysen growing up that I can.
“What did I miss?” Tys reappears within a few minutes.
“Oh, nothing,” I say with a shrug of my shoulders.
“I’ll be right back.” Loretta ignores Tysen’s question and bustles into the house. Carter excused himself a few minutes before his son did, stating he had a business meeting he needed to attend.
“Christ, what is she going after, Mac?” Tysen’s voice drops an octave, his lips going to my ear, where he whispers, “You better tell me, babe, or I’ll hold out on you when we get home.” I’m an absolute puddle and have been since we got here, something that’s been hard to conceal. His hand settles on the inside of my thigh again, but this time, it’s all the way to the apex of where my leg and pussy meet. My eyes close, a low moan leaves me, and I feel a shiver work its way through my body. “Better hurry. She’ll be back in a minute, and it’s your orgasm on the line,” Tysen groans. I fist my hands on either side of the chair.
“Baby pictures.” The tip of his pinky slides across my clit, pressing down at first. Then he goes in for the kill, pinching my clit, and call it what you will, but my orgasm rolls through me as fast as a tidal wave. I’ve been on edge for too long, the need to hold back no longer possible.
“Fuckin’ fuck, that fast, that hot. My baby needed me. Go clean up. I’ll grab her attention and get through this version of hell. Later, though, I’ll be taking you hard and see if I can get you off again that fast.” Tysen licks his lips. My eyes linger on the motion, wanting to feel them all over my body. “Go, before I say fuck it, toss you over my shoulder, and carry you out to the car.” I slide the chair back, and he stands up to re-situate himself. I’m still left speechless. Never did an orgasm hit me that fast. Tysen spins me until my back is to his front, probably to hide the massive hard-on he’s sporting.
“Tys.” I finally regain some of my senses.
“Shh, Maci. You say my name like that again, and I’ll be coming in my damn pants.” We clear the sliding glass door, and when he points in the direction of the hall, I nod, and then he’s off to waylay his mom while I get ahold of myself. A task I’m finding harder and harder to accomplish when Tysen is in my presence.
17
TYSEN
“I can’t wait to crawl into bed,” Maci says as I lead her into the house. We’ve spent more time at my parents’ than expected, probably because the two got along so well and proceeded to oh and ah over my baby pictures for hours on end. I’d have been irritated if it weren’t for the fact that she came hot and heavy with a flick across her clit. Maci has exploded easily for me before, but add in her pregnancy hormones, and it’s ten times faster and hotter.
“I’ll grab us a couple of bottles of water and meet you upstairs.” I squeeze her hip and start to veer toward the kitchen.
“I’ll be in the shower. Someone made my leggings a mess,” she says teasingly.
“I didn’t see you complaining,” I toss over my shoulder. Maci laughs in response as her footsteps carry her through the hallway leading to the stairs. When I purchased my condo, it was with the intention of it being a starter home. I knew one day, I’d find a woman, settle down, we’d eventually grow out of it and need a place with more room. The way Maci talks about this place, though, I don’t see it happening anymore. I mentioned the lack of yard in our late-night talks while she was curled up beside me in bed. Her reply back was that there are plenty of parks, and a bigger home doesn’t mean a bigger love. She also added more value to her point because the community we live in comes with a pool and walking trails. Plus, Maci straight up said she loved the floor plan and design, though it could use some color because it is a bit lacking in that department. I threw my head back and laughed. I didn’t need a lot. I wasn’t about the frills Mom tried to foist on me when I moved in, but if Maci wants that, she can have it.