The Road to Love – Box Set Read Online Tory Baker

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Contemporary, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 47191 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
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“Come on, pretty girl,” I murmur. Lily doesn’t respond, and if she thinks for one damn second I’m going to let her sleep on the couch, she’s lost her damn mind. I manage to pick her up without waking her, that damn skirt of hers showing off way more thigh than should be allowed. It has me imagining stripping it off her body, letting me see what else she has hidden beneath it. When my hands were on her ass earlier, it was plain as day she was wearing a thong, and my poor fucking cock got the brunt of it.

“Beau,” she purrs softly but settles once I’m moving down the hallway into my bedroom. I’d like to say I’ll be a gentleman and take the couch or the spare bedroom, but that won’t be happening. My body will be curled up right next to hers, all night long.

Chapter 10

Lily

I wake up. The sun is streaming through the blinds even though they’re closed. Toto, you are not home is my first thought because the bed beneath my body feels like lying in a lap of luxury. The only thing missing is the man who clearly put me in his bed last night. And I hate that I missed remembering anything after Beau placed a blanket on top of me, his body radiating warmth, a movie playing in the background, and his hands on me. It lulled me to sleep.

I sit up in bed, realizing I’m still in my clothes. My tank top is thankfully still in place, unlike some of the shirts I wear to bed at my house. I’ll wake up, and I kid you not, a boob will be out of my shirt, saying hello to the world. I don’t hear Beau in the house as I slide out of the bed, find the bathroom, and take care of business. I find a flannel shirt of Beau’s lying on the bench at the foot of the bed, slide it on, relishing the smell that’s surrounding me, and go find him.

“Beau,” I call out to the hallway as I walk towards the kitchen and living room, still not finding him.

“Out here, honey,” I hear him say, not sure where he is until I really look. The front door is open; he even has the screen door open.

“Good morning,” I say as I walk towards him. He’s in a rocking chair, a cup of coffee in his hand. I’m assuming it’s black because that’s how he usually drinks it.

“Morning. Did you sleep well?” He’s in a pair of jeans, bare chested, and nothing on his feet. Beau has never looked better in my eyes.

“Like a rock.” I go to stand against the porch railing, unsure of what to do. I mean, we slept together, but right now, I’m completely clueless.

“Come here, Lily.” He leans up in his chair, his hand finding mine, pulling me until I’m in his lap.

“Hi.” We’re a breath away, and I’m really glad I decided to be a snoop and do the finger brush thing with the toothpaste I found.

“I need your lips on mine, honey. You passed out, and I wasn’t waking you up once you were asleep. Though, I gotta say, I love how you murmur when my body is wrapped around yours, how you make sure there isn’t an inch of space between us.” Beau’s eyes are heated with desire, and while I’m speechless, I also know it’s me who should make the first move. My hand slides into his hair, dark locks that are mussed from sleep, secretly wishing they were like that from us doing way more than catching a few hours of sleep. My other cups his cheek, and our lips meet. I’m unsure at first, but of course, that’s when Beau takes over, allowing me to follow his lead, his tongue snaking around mine, moving back as mine moves forward. It’s the best feeling in the world when he moves me so I’m straddling him. My hips rock against his hard length, my body already wanting to feel him deep inside of me. Beau’s hands circle my waist, allowing me to use him as I find my own pleasure. The groan that sounds from deep within his throat tells me he’s not as unaffected as I thought, not with his hard cock basically busting out of his jeans.

“It would be so easy to slide your panties to the side, unzip my pants, and take you bare.” Beau’s mouth is ripped away from mine. I look down as he gathers my skirt in his hands, watching as we move together.

“Please, I want that.” My hands move at a fevered pace, gliding down his bare chest, ripping his button and zipper open. I lift my hips off him, so I can push them down enough to grasp his heavy length in my fist.



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