Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 99967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 333(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 333(@300wpm)
“That went well,” Blake says as we get in his car.
“For sure. No one threw a punch.” I settle back in the seat with a happy sigh. “I’ll send a group text to the rest.”
“We’ll go over and talk to Greg tomorrow,” Blake says.
I turn to look at him and smile. God, he’s pretty. It should be illegal in at least twelve states to look that good. “What about your family?”
Blake blinks at that. “Okay, we’ll go to my parents’ house, too, and I’ll text my siblings when we get home.”
I nod, happy with that answer, and reach over to take his hand in mine. He kisses my knuckles, then sets our hands on my thigh, and I squeeze three times.
A grin spreads over his gorgeous face, and he glances my way. “I love you too, baby.”
Unloading the car and getting all my clothes hung in Blake’s enormous closet takes less than an hour.
I guess it’s my closet now, too.
And when I sit on the couch to text the gang, I see I’m late to the party.
Ava: Does Harps have something to share with the freaking class????
Easton: What’s going on? You okay, Harps?
Tucker: Are you in trouble?
Xander: …
Easton: HARPER. What’s going on?
“Why are you biting your lip like that?” Blake asks as he sits next to me on the couch, holding his own phone.
“Xander has a big fucking mouth.”
Blake smirks. “It’s Billie in our family.”
“Are you texting them?” I ask him.
“Already done. They all say hi, you’ve been invited to Sunday dinner at Beckett’s place this week, and Billie will be calling you later.”
I blink at him. “Wow, okay.”
“How about you? How’s it going?”
“Well, it looks like Xander already opened his big mouth, so now I have to calm everyone down. Hold please.”
Rather than send a text, I start the voice memo.
“Hi, family. Sounds like Xander can’t keep his gossiping mouth shut. Yes, I have news. I moved in with Blake today. Ava, don’t yell at me. It happened really fast. I’ll tell you about it later. Before you ask, yes, I’m fine. Better than fine. I’d say don’t worry, but I’d be wasting my breath. We’ll have you all over for dinner or something at some point. Don’t tell Greg, okay? We’re going over to talk to him tomorrow. I repeat, let me tell Greg myself. Hugs and kisses and all the mushy stuff. Bye.”
I set the phone on the coffee table, and I’m suddenly in Blake’s lap. He’s kissing down my neck, sending shivers down my body. I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to being this close to him. If my body won’t come alive whenever he touches me.
“Welcome home, sugar.”
With a grin, I snuggle against him. It’s true, I really like Blake’s house. Our house. But it’s right here, sitting in his strong arms that I truly feel like I’m at home.
Because Blake is my home.
He nuzzles my ear, and his hand moves up between my thighs and under my dress. After we fucked in the kitchen earlier, I pulled on clean underwear, but when his fingertips ghost over my center, I know they’re already wet again.
“Wet already?” he whispers in my ear before biting my earlobe. “Why are you wet, baby?”
“Because you’re touching me.” I gasp when his finger pushes the panties aside and then slides between my lips, making me arch against him.
“Does that feel good?” He nips my ear, then drags his nose down my jawline, and an involuntary whimper escapes my lips. I can feel him grin against my skin. “Oh, it must feel good if you’re making those little sounds that make me hard as fuck.”
I can feel him, hard as steel, against my hip.
“Blake.” I spread my legs wider, wanting more of him, needing him to fill me and make me come apart.
“What do you need, baby?”
I swallow hard and tip my face back, needing to see him. Needing to feel the connection to him when he looks in my eyes. “You. I just need you.”
“Excellent fucking answer.” His mouth covers mine, and his tongue slips between my lips, devouring me whole as his hands play me like an instrument, making me feral for him. His fingers slide through my wetness, and then he pulls them away and paints my bottom lip with my own arousal.
When I lick it off, Blake’s eyes darken, and he moves us quickly, laying me on my back.
“I’m fucking obsessed with you,” he growls against my neck. “Every inch of you. Inside and out. I can’t fucking get enough of you.”
He pulls my underwear down my legs, his fingertips dragging along my skin setting fire to every nerve ending, and discards them. He pushes my legs up to my chest and buries his face in my core. A wave of pure energy moves through me, heating my skin and stealing my breath.