Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 89878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 449(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 449(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
“I’ve imagined myself in this position a million times,” he begins, his words raw with emotion. “And I never come up with the perfect words. I don’t know how to explain what you do to me. How you give me life. You’ve become the reason I wake up every day. I can’t even remember how I lived before you. But I know I never want to go back to a life that doesn’t have you in it.”
His thumb brushes over my ring finger. And when he looks up, his eyes hold mine captive. “I never realized I had a purpose in life until you. You’ve made me see everything in a different light. And yeah, I might end up graying and slowing down while you’re still glowing like the sun, but I’d take every wrinkle if it means growing old beside you.”
“Shut up,” I laugh through my tears, lightly smacking his shoulder.
“But what time I do have left, I want to spend loving you. Georgia Price, will you be my forever?”
Tears race down my face. “Yes… yes…” I cry, barely able to speak through my overwhelming joy.
Jackson slides the ring onto my finger, then jumps to his feet and scoops me into his arms. “I love you, Peach,” he murmurs against my lips.
“I love you too, old man,” I reply, laughter bubbling out as happy tears stream down my face. He kisses me deeply, carrying me over to our bed. In one swift motion, we collapse onto it, momentarily forgetting poor Hank. The dog yelps, nearly dodging being squished.
“Oh, Hank! We’re so sorry!” I exclaim, trying to reach for him.
“Fuck off, Hank. Mommy and Daddy need to fuck.” I break into a fit of laughter against his smiling lips. He kisses me again, deeper, and Hank pounces at our heads. “Dammit, that thing is relentless.” Jackson groans as the pup climbs onto my chest, wagging his tail.
“He just wants love, too.” I grin, watching Hank lick Jackson’s face enthusiastically.
“Watch and learn, Hank. I have seniority.” He glares at the dog.
Hank, of course, continues to lick his face, completely unfazed. My laughter deepens, bubbling up until I’m breathless.
“Jesus,” Jackson mutters, shaking his head. “If this is your idea of a threesome, Peach, we might need to have a talk.”
“He’s happy. He feels the love.”
Jackson grinds into me. “I know damn well you feel the love. Can we put this dog in a drawer or something? We have some business to attend to.”
“No, he’s just a puppy.”
Jackson becomes impatient. Abruptly, he stands, stripping off his clothes in one fluid motion. Before I can catch my breath, he’s back over me, skillfully removing my skimpy lingerie.
With a playful grin, he tosses the discarded fabric onto Hank. “No peeking, little man. This is grown-up business.”
Hank picks up the discarded lingerie with his mouth, whipping it back and forth as if it were his new favorite toy. Ignoring him, Jackson spreads my legs wide and slides between my already slick folds. A shared moan fills the room, only to be joined by Hank’s howl. My chest spasms with laughter as Jackson glances over and realizes Hank can see straight through the sheer lace.
“Jesus, you brought home a little pervert,” he grumbles, though his playful grin betrays him. He withdraws, then sinks back in.
“Hank is gonna like it here.” I manage to say between my mixture of laughter and moans.
Jackson’s smile deepens. “Makes two of us, Peach.” He leans down, capturing my lips in a kiss that leaves no room for interruption. Hank or otherwise.
Noah
bonus scene
“Baby, you know you want it.”
My mind spins, swirling like a merry-go-round as her words echo in my ear. My eyes flutter closed, rolling back as a shiver courses through me. I lick my lips, my gaze locked on her as her hands roam down my chest, slipping lower until they sink into my jeans.
The music from the club ticks like a tidal wave, each beat of the bass sending me higher—deeper into the abyss of ecstasy.
“You want this, baby?” the nameless chick asks.
“Mmmm…” I respond, giving the robotic answer she wants to hear. Her hand slides into my jeans, wrapping around my cock, and I let out a deep breath. Her small hand grips me, and I lie back on the couch, my eyes closing. I picture big, serious eyes fixed on me, blazing with anger. My dicks pulses, and I moan, desperate for her touch. Fucking greedy. “What do you want me to do?” she asks, and I imagine it's her, gripping my cock, begging me.
The drugs coursing through my veins fuck with my head, conjuring a vivid image of her kneeling at my feet. Her scent fills the air—cherries and vanilla and it's intoxicating. “Choose me,” I whisper, my voice unfamiliar. Behind my closed eyelids, I see her bold eyes, sharp and wicked, piercing straight into mine.