Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 110113 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 551(@200wpm)___ 440(@250wpm)___ 367(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110113 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 551(@200wpm)___ 440(@250wpm)___ 367(@300wpm)
Clinging to me, she comes. Hard. Her back arches and her legs seize, her pussy contracting around my dick with such force that I come too. I paint her insides with my cum, hot spurts that have me howling her name.
Only when the rush subsides do I realize I’m lying in her arms, my weight pinning her to the mattress. Her hat is tipped all the way back on my head; I’m surprised it hasn’t fallen off.
“Aw, shit, Ava, I’m crushin’ you. I’m so sorry.” I push up on my elbows, propping up my weight.
But Ava immediately pulls me back down, her arm curling around my neck. “Don’t you dare go anywhere. I like feeling you this way.”
“Like you can’t breathe?” I chuckle.
She grabs the hat off my head and tosses it aside, trailing her lips up the column of my throat. “Like it’s just you, melting into me. Nothing else exists, only me and you and this bed.”
My chest twists. Pulse flutters.
Let me have you, I silently tell her as I kiss her mouth.
She kisses me back. I’m yours, cowboy.
Ava stirs beside me. The backs of my eyelids burn red.
Sunday morning. Late, if the ardent light is any indication.
I crack open an eye. Ava is stretching her arms over her head, the sheets falling to reveal her bare breasts. Her eyes are still closed.
She looks like a fucking angel. Well, a fallen angel, really, her hair mussed, her lips swollen and likely salty with the taste of me.
My heart pounds as I struggle for breath. How is this my life right now? A month ago, I was alone and overwhelmed, spinning my wheels.
Now I’m waking up in Ava Bartlett’s bed with a full heart and hard dick. I’m still overwhelmed. I still spin my wheels trying to juggle the different parts of my life.
But I’m not doing it alone anymore. And that makes all the difference.
Funny how the things I thought would make me happy—rings, a wedding, a picket fence—aren’t ultimately what bring me joy.
Joy is waking up next to the woman you love. Bonus points if she’s naked.
“Good morning,” she purrs, keeping her eyes closed.
I chuckle and reach for her breast, cupping it in my hand. “How’d you know I was awake?”
“Your dick is pressing into my leg. I was worried you were gonna start humping me in a minute here.”
“Nah. I think I’d rather do this.” I suck her nipple into my mouth, making her smile. Then I pull the sheets over my head and kiss my way down her belly. Settling myself between her thighs, I use my palms to spread her legs wider.
A moan of contentment sounds in her throat when I lick her slit, front to back. She smells like sex and tastes like heaven, and I have her coming on my mouth in record time, her hand fisting in my hair.
She’s still coming when I slip inside her, hiking her leg over my shoulder. My thrusts are savage. Deep.
Orgasm imminent, I pull out. Then I come with a shout on her tits.
Instead of being grossed out or annoyed by the mess, Ava pulls an Ava and smears my cum over one nipple, then the other, eyes on mine as she plays with herself.
Plays with us.
“You’re the only one I want,” I manage. “The only one I want body-slamming me.”
She bursts out laughing, her cheeks pink when she replies, “Thank God, because you’re the only one I wanna body-slam, honey. The only one.”
We take our time showering and getting dressed. I make the coffee, and Ava scrambles us some eggs while I butter toast and cut up a quart of strawberries.
We decide we’ll grill chicken for dinner here tonight—that way I’m around for Junie’s drop-off, and Ava isn’t left alone with Dan. Then I throw Ava’s sheets in the washing machine and fold the load of clothes she had in the dryer. I check in with Wyatt, who says Ella is out with Sally to see some baby goats.
“Wow,” Ava says after shutting the dishwasher.
I hear it hum as the cycle begins. “Wow what?”
“You and I just tackled pretty much my entire to-do list for today. Meal planning, laundry, pick up the house …”
Sauntering across the kitchen, I drape my arms around her waist and pull her to me. “Whatever shall we do with all our free time?”
She grins. “I think I’d like to ride.”
“Can I come too?” I kiss her neck. “Pun one hundred percent intended.”
“Well, yeah. But after that, I think I want to run some drills in the arena. Just me and Carter.”
I nip at her earlobe. “My legs are fuckin’ Jell-O right now, so good for you having that kind of energy. I’ll hit up the grocery store and then grab Ella. We’ll meet back here? Dan’s dropping June off at four, right?”