Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 84247 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84247 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
“What do you need?” I asked. I’d be damned if I came before him.
Callum licked his hand and shoved it between us to jack his cock. I leaned up to give him space and watched as he worked himself, his body still jolting with each of my thrusts until he squeezed his eyes closed tightly and cried out, shooting all over his chest. His ass spasmed around me. My vision went blurry and my body jittery as I came.
I fell on top of him. When I went to move, he wrapped his arms and legs around me, kissing my head and forehead and holding me. “Did you mean it?” Callum finally asked.
“Yes.” I looked at him. “I love you.”
He smiled like I’d given him the world. “I love you too.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Callum
I wasn’t sure two weeks had ever gone by faster than the last couple. It had been everything, going to bed with Knox each night and waking up with him every morning. We had meals together and watched TV together and argued about who would get up first to make coffee.
We talked about things we wanted to do with the kids, and I quietly freaked out that Charlie would hate me, or Logan would realize he hated me, and I’d lose this little family I so much wanted to be a part of.
And we fucked.
A lot.
It was awesome.
Knox was very good at what he did, and liked to learn, and when he found something that really got me off, like being a little rough, or holding me down, or making me feel like I belonged to him, he explored it a whole lot.
Maybe it was a good thing that the kids were coming home today because my ass probably needed a break.
He’d also spent quite a lot of time working on his blowjob skills. It wasn’t as if I was complaining about any of it.
Now, though, I knew everything was going to change. I’d moved back into Mom’s house, and I’d have to get used to sleeping alone again. It was crazy how you could spend your whole life without someone in your arms, but once you had them there, you didn’t know how you could survive without them. Okay, not that I thought I was going to die or anything, but I’d miss being an octopus with him while we were sleeping, and I knew it would be hard being alone now.
But I hoped, God, how I hoped the changes would lead to something good. That Charlie would like me the way Logan seemed to so far, and that they would understand and be happy when Knox told them we were together. That the four of us would go to the beach again, and to museums, and we’d play together with Frankie Blue in the yard, and I’d eat dinner with them and be able to spend the night.
I wanted to belong with them more than I’d ever wanted anything in my life.
But I knew that couldn’t happen right away. Knox was picking the kids up by himself. Since it was Charlie’s first day there, he thought it was important, and I understood. Other than the short visit when he’d picked up Logan, which had been all about her brother, he hadn’t seen her since Christmas. She hadn’t been to Havenwood since last summer. She needed some time with her dad before it became about the new guy hanging around.
I was sitting at the dining-room table when Mom came home with groceries.
“Oh, hey. Let me help you,” I told her, taking the load out of her arms.
“Thanks.”
We began putting the food away together. I liked doing things like this with her; so simple, yet they made me feel closer to her.
“What do you want for dinner?” she asked.
“How about we choose and cook together?”
Mom smiled. “I’d like that.”
We decided to make black-bean enchiladas. They were one of my favorites, and I wanted Mom to try them. “I think you’ll really like it. I hope we have the green sauce,” I said, looking through the cabinet before finding a couple of cans. “Can you grab a large bowl?” I washed my hands.
“Sure can.”
As we got started, she said, “I bet you’re excited to meet Knox’s daughter. Charlotte is her name, right?”
“Yeah, but she prefers Charlie. I’m definitely excited. Knox said she’s a wild one. She’s apparently got very strong feelings and opinions, is outspoken, loves to be in the barn working with him, but also wants her nails perfectly painted while she does it, not that I can blame her. Who doesn’t want beautiful nails while building things?”
Mom chuckled softly. “Well, she sounds great. And I know how much Logan means to you. It’s okay to be a little nervous too. You know that, right?”
I began opening cans. “Am I that obvious?”