Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 35291 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35291 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
The sound of his belt buckle makes my pulse race. When he grips my hips and pulls me to the edge of the counter, I can barely think straight.
"Look at me," he orders, and I meet his eyes as he slides inside me in one smooth thrust. "Mine."
"Yours," I gasp, legs wrapping around his waist to pull him deeper. "Always yours, Daddy."
He sets a rhythm that's desperate and claiming, months of careful restraint finally unleashed. I can see the possession, the love and the absolute certainty that I belong to him completely in the depths of his eyes.
"Never leaving me again," he growls against my throat. "Never running. Never hiding."
"Never," I promise, nails digging into his back. "I'm home. We're home."
The emotion in his ice-blue eyes when I say it nearly undoes me. This man who thought he was too rough, too dangerous to touch soft things, now holds me like I'm precious while claiming me with a dick big enough to re-arrange my insides.
"Love you," he rasps, rhythm faltering as he gets close. "Love you so fucking much it scares me."
"Love you too." I pull his mouth to mine, tasting the desperation and that expensive coffee on his lips. "Show me. Show me how much. You haven’t broken me yet."
He drives into me harder, deeper, and I have to bite his shoulder to keep from screaming as my second orgasm builds. When it hits, it's lights out on rational thoughts. My whole body seizes as pleasure crashes through me.
Beau follows with a muffled groan, burying his face in my neck as he fills me. He spurts and jerks and I squirt and tremble.
We’re quite the mess together. For long moments, we just hold each other, breathing hard and hanging on.
"Christ," he finally mutters against my hair. "I’m never going to stop."
"I don’t want you to." I trace patterns on his chest, not ready to let go yet. "Even if you just scandalized your entire family."
He chuckles, the sound rumbling through his chest. "They'll get over it. I told you I was filling you with all that baby batter until that test comes up with those two fucking lines."
A sharp knock on the door makes us both freeze.
"Hey!" Jack's voice carries through the wood. "I know you're already eating breakfast in there, but the waffles are getting cold. And the sausage..." There's a pause, then snickering from multiple male voices. "Well, sounds like someone's already had their sausage."
"Jesus Christ," Beau mutters.
"The syrup's getting sticky too," Cade adds helpfully. "Just like—"
"We'll be right out!" I call, my face burning with embarrassment.
More laughter echoes down the hallway, and I bury my face in my hands.
"Your brothers are terrible," I mumble.
"Yeah, well, they're your brothers now too." He helps me down from the counter, steadying me when my legs wobble. "Better get used to it."
After we've cleaned up and attempted to look presentable, we emerge to find the entire Boone clan assembled around Jack's massive dining room table. The wives are shooting us knowing looks while the brothers are barely containing their grins.
"There they are!" Cade announces. "The happy couple."
"Looking very... satisfied," Jack adds with a smirk.
"Can we please just eat?" I mutter, sliding into my chair.
Ethan looks up from his plate of waffles, syrup smeared on his chin. "Where were you guys? I was helping make bacon."
"They were in the bathroom," Jack Jr. announces helpfully. "Being loud."
The table erupts in laughter while I want to crawl under it and die.
"Alright, alright," Delaney intervenes, shooting her husband a warning look as he opens his mouth to comment. "Leave them alone. Young love."
"Young?" Beau raises an eyebrow. "I'm forty-four."
"Geriatric," Cade agrees. "Practically decrepit."
"It’s called romance," Beau shoots back. “You’re too young to understand.”
"What do you call what just happened in my bathroom?" Jack demands.
"Tuesday," Colt says dryly, earning a swat from his wife, Emery.
I'm mortified, but watching this chaos—the teasing, the laughter, the easy affection—I realize this is what family actually looks like. Not the sterile, performance-driven household I grew up in, but this messy, chaotic, loving circus.
Ethan's eyes are bright as he watches the brothers roast each other. I never should have kept him away from all this. It’s what he needs, what he’s been missing.
He's gained weight since coming to live with us, lost that hollow look around his eyes. Yesterday, Beau taught him how to rebuild a carburetor, and I've never seen my brother happier than when he was elbow-deep in engine grease.
"Speaking of romance," Delaney turns to me, "I saw your latest video. The one about rebuilding your brand after being canceled? Brilliant."
Heat crawls up my neck, but it's the good kind now. My YouTube channel about authenticity and reinvention after public failure has exploded beyond anything I ever imagined. Our little adult toy company is building into a fun little side adventure.