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)
I suck on her clit, drawing it inside my lips. “You taste better, pretty girl.”
“Sawyer.” Her feet press into my shoulders and her hand fists in my hair.
She comes. Hard. Shouting and smiling the whole time.
I kiss her pussy as she rides the wave. Her stomach caves and she thrusts out her tits, her nipple meeting with my palm.
The ache between my legs sharpens. Thank God I brought those condoms home from Austin. I hid them in my closet and haven’t touched them since.
Definitely gonna need one—two—now.
Ava finally falls back to earth with a happy sigh.
I press a kiss to her clit. “Feel better?”
“Much—”
“Hellloooooo!”
I go still at the sound of a familiar voice, followed by the clack of my screen door. Ava’s eyes fly open and meet mine.
“Sawyer? You home? I heard some shoutin’—”
“Stay there!” I yell, pushing up onto my knees. “Jesus Christ, Duke, you’re supposed to fuckin’ knock.”
“Where are you?” he shouts back.
I grab Ava’s leggings off the floor, and together we scramble to put them back on.
“I said stay there,” I reply.
“You okay?” I hear his heavy steps ambling down the hallway toward the kitchen. “We hadn’t heard from you, so I came to check—”
“I’m fine, okay? Just—stay there. Don’t come back here.”
A beat of silence while I pull down Ava’s shirt and reach for her shoes. I feel slightly less like dying when I see the little grin on her lips.
Ava would enjoy almost being caught. I love how she brings this steady, earthy energy to the room, but isn’t afraid to let go and get a little wild too.
The combination is incredibly sexy.
It’s addictive.
“Wait,” Duke says. “Wait a minute. Are you—”
“I have company, yes.”
Another beat of silence. Ava’s face is pink from holding back laughter. Suddenly I’m trying not to laugh, too.
We’re ridiculous.
We really are hot as fuck.
Ava is smoothing her hair with her hands, tucking it behind her ears. I grab a pillow and put it over my very obvious erection.
“Oh.” I can hear the smile in my brother’s voice. “Oh, okay. Then I’ll just—”
“You can come in now, Duke,” Ava says, reaching over to wipe my mouth with her hand. “I remember you.”
It’s weird hearing Ava say my brother’s name.
The sense of familiarity, of warmth, is also kinda great. I may be bent out of shape by my brother barging in like this, but it doesn’t ruffle Ava’s feathers one bit.
Duke pokes his head into the kitchen. He’s smiling like a Cheshire cat. “Well hey y’all. Good to see you, Ava. I heard you were here in town.”
Duke didn’t come to the barn raising because he had to work cattle at our ranch that day.
Ava offers him a little wave. “Hey, Duke. Great to see you again. And yeah, I mean, pretty crazy, right, that we’d all end up in Hartsville together?”
Duke smirks. “So crazy.”
“Coffee,” I grunt. “We—preschool drop-off—it’s Ava’s daughter’s first day, and—”
“I was tired and a little emotional.” Ava’s eyes are on mine. They glitter with amusement. “So Sawyer gave me a—”
“Hug.” Oh, God, now I’m really gonna laugh. My sides hurt from holding it back.
Ava runs her tongue along her bottom lip. “I really needed a hug, yes.”
“Hugs.” Duke leans against the doorframe. He looks at the pillow on my lap, then at the hat Ava knocked onto the floor. “Right. Who doesn’t love those?”
“I should get going,” Ava says, rising off the sofa. “I have a mountain of work to get through.”
I give Duke a death stare as I stand, pulling my shirttail out of my jeans. That should cover my, er, problem. “Why are you here?”
My brother lifts a shoulder. “We thought you were dead. Did you not see anyone’s calls or texts?”
“Um. No.” I reach back to ruffle the hair at my nape. My skin is still alive with the memory of Ava’s touch. “I must’ve left my phone in the car.”
Duke’s eyes bulge. “You really are dead.”
“My brain is, yeah.”
“Does Sawyer not forget things sometimes like a normal human being?” Ava asks.
“Mr. Overachiever Father of the Year?” My brother shakes his head. “Never. Like, never ever.”
Ava looks at me. Despite her attempts to tame her long, blonde hair, it’s still a mess, the strands at her crown sticking up every which way. Her lips are a little swollen. Cheeks still pink.
She’s an animal, shameless and wide awake, and I love it.
My mind already races with thoughts on how I can see her again. Do I propose another playdate with the girls? Start slow? Then maybe ask her out on a date? Or do I just go in for the kill right away, tell her I wanna take her to dinner and then fuck her as many times as she’ll let me?
“I take that as a compliment, Sawyer,” she says. “My hugs are so good that I make you forget things.”