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)
Taking the wheel in my life after letting someone else drive for far too long has been liberating. I’m finally free, and it feels fucking fantastic.
The thrill of that freedom pounds through my bloodstream as I work my soapy palms over Sawyer’s massive shoulders. My hands move south, smoothing over the firm slopes of muscle that cover his chest and stomach.
“I like that about you,” I breathe, reveling in the way his abdominals clench beneath my touch, “how generous you are with your compliments.”
He grabs my wrist after I draw my fingertips over his nipple. “Generous, huh?”
The water is a smidge too hot. Or maybe that’s the way he’s looking down at me, something like adoration in his eyes as he guides my hand to his dick.
“In every sense of the word.”
He’s not hard, but his velvety warmth still fills my hand. His eyelids go heavy as I gently stroke him with slippery fingers. I’m not trying to get him worked up. I’m just exploring, touching.
This man loves to be touched, and I love how much he clearly appreciates it.
I love how wild his confidence in me makes me feel. He’s a filthy talker. What other fun, filthy things would he be into?
What other things am I into? I suddenly want to explore that, too.
His lips part. Water droplets catch on his eyelashes. “You keep playin’ with me this way, I ain’t ever lettin’ you leave.”
“Remember, we have not one, but two boxes of condoms to get through,” I say, parroting his line back to him. I cup his balls, gently kneading them. I put my other hand on his shoulder, my fingertips toying with his neck. “I could stay a while, sure.”
He groans. “Better get to it then, huh?”
“You in a rush?”
“No.” Searching my eyes, he loops his arms around my waist and crosses his wrists at the small of my back. His long, broad fingers tickle my ass. “And yes. How long you gonna let me have you?”
I grin, leaning in to kiss his mouth at the same time I thumb his tip. “Tonight is all we got, cowboy. Let’s make it count.”
CHAPTER 8
Sawyer
PUBLIC INDECENCY
I’m wrapping Ava in a towel when she spots the speaker on the vanity beside the sink.
Her eyes light up. “Perfect! Here, lemme get my phone and I’ll put something on. Any requests?”
“Surprise me.” I grab a towel and dry myself off before knotting it at my waist.
Ava ducks into the bedroom, clutching her towel to her chest. I glance in the mirror above the sink and blink at my reflection.
Something’s different. My eyes, maybe? My hair is a fucking disaster, but that’s nothing new. I’ve always had too much of it, a thick mop that Mom used to love ruffling with her fingers when I was little.
My handsome boy, she’d say.
Even now, almost thirteen years after she passed in a car accident, I feel that sense of love, of being cherished, that her touch provided.
And even now, the memory of it makes my chest cramp.
I blink again, refocusing on the mirror.
I don’t look exhausted. That is what’s different. The perpetual circles under my eyes have magically disappeared. My skin is flushed. Eyes bright.
I look—feel—like a whole new person.
Ava reemerges, phone in her hand. Her towel is nowhere to be seen.
“What?” Her lips twitch as she scrolls.
Reaching for her, I grab her hip with one hand and squeeze her ass with the other. Heaviness gathers between my legs, my dick beginning to perk up again. “Don’t ‘what’ me, pretty girl. You’re a naked person, aren’t you?”
“A naked person?” She hits a button on the little speaker, and a beat later a Thomas Rhett song fills the bathroom.
“You’d walk around naked all the time if you could.”
“Wild, remember?”
Turning up the volume, she drops her phone on the vanity and drapes her arms around my neck. She turns a little so her body melts into mine, tits pressed into my chest. I circle her waist with my own arms, my fingertips marveling at how smooth and soft her skin is.
“Lemme guess. You’re not a naked person, even with this ridiculous body.”
“I’m not.” I debate telling her why I’m not: because I’ve been a dad for what feels like forever. I don’t remember a time when I could stride bare-assed through my house without worrying I’d scar my daughter for life.
But then Ava is untying the knot at my waist. The towel falls to the floor. My thickening cock meets with her belly as she goes up on her toes and presses her lips to my ear.
“Lemme rub off on you, then?”
I nearly bite off my own tongue when she nips at my lobe, sending a full-body shiver through me. “I like a rub.”
“Who doesn’t?” She grabs my hand and starts to pull me toward the bedroom. “C’mon, let’s dance.”