Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 39249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 196(@200wpm)___ 157(@250wpm)___ 131(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 196(@200wpm)___ 157(@250wpm)___ 131(@300wpm)
I'm not honestly sure I can keep them off her, though. It kills me that she doesn't know how fucking beautiful she is. I'm not the kind of man who goes around calling women bitches, but some women have earned that title. Her mother is at the top of the list.
How dare she look at her own daughter and not see perfection? I can't wrap my mind around it. I know my mom is going to love her. She'll teach Hattie exactly what it means to be loved unconditionally, exactly the way you are. The same damn way she taught me and my siblings.
That's what my girl needs right now—to be surrounded by people who see her for what she is, not as an unfinished project. She will never be that to anyone again. If her brothers can't ensure it, I damn sure will.
"Oh, cranky," she whispers and then giggles softly.
My lips quirk into a grin when I realize she's still dead to the world, dreaming. About me? Christ, I hope so.
I slip my hand beneath the blankets, running it down her side.
She doesn't move.
My dick does, though. He twitches against my thigh, stiffening.
I bite back a groan, dragging my fingertips along her thigh, fascinated by how soft she is. I don't think she has a problem with her size—at least, none beyond the world trying to convince her that she should have with it—but her curves are so perfect it hurts.
Literally. My cock is aching.
My hand drifts between her legs, my fingers parting her slit.
She sighs in her sleep, her legs parting slightly. I take that as an invitation and play with her clit, running my thumb in circles around it. Within seconds, she's drenched, soft little mewls whispering from her lips.
Jesus. Even asleep, she's begging for it.
I want to roll her onto her back and slide myself inside…but what'd I say about being selfish? Gotta learn to do better.
Instead, I slip one finger inside her and then another.
Her mouth falls open on a moan.
I watch her, fascinated, as she rocks her hips, chasing the pleasure. She's in that place between being awake and asleep, her body coming alive before her mind. I love her like this—so soft and open, not trying to hide or worry. She's just Hattie in this moment, just mine.
I grind my thumb against her clit.
"Penguins!" she shouts suddenly, her eyes popping open.
I chuckle, my eyes locking with hers. "Penguins, huh?" I grind my thumb against her clit again. "Penguins can't do this to you, Hattie baby."
"I…Oh," she moans, her eyes rolling to the back of her head. "Jesus, Sidney. Don't stop."
"Didn't plan on it," I murmur, curling my fingers inside her. "Not until you have a very good morning."
"Yay for me," she whispers, making me chuckle.
I roll her onto her back, hooking one leg up over my hip to open her up to me. She pants, clinging to the blankets as I play with her, driving her right to the brink. When she's ready to go over, I dive between her legs, licking and sucking until she grips fistfuls of my hair and shouts my name.
I don't waste a drop she spills. I lick up every single one, savoring the way I taste on her. Who knew I'd fucking love that?
When she falls limp beneath me, I crawl up her body, grinning. "Told you that penguins couldn't do that, butterfly."
She covers her face with her hands, laughing softly. "They weren't doing that, Sidney. You're playing them tomorrow."
I tug her hands away from her face. "Yeah, and you're coming to the game."
"Are you sure?"
I growl softly.
"I just meant…I don't want to be a distraction," she says softly. "Do you really want the whole world to know we're sleeping together?"
Sleeping together? Is that what she thinks we're doing? I mean, fuck yeah, we're sleeping together. But if that's all she thinks this is, clearly, I did not say the right things last night.
She isn't a hookup. This isn't temporary.
I don't tell her that again, though. For whatever reason, she just isn't hearing me. So I need a new plan. Preferably, one that strips away all the bullshit that's been put into her head and makes her realize that she isn't some fucking inconvenience, problem, or favor. She's exactly what I want.
"You're coming to the game tomorrow, Hattie. When it's over, I'm kissing you as soon as I'm off the field. And then, we're coming back here, and I'm going to do what I did last night and will do again tonight, all over again."
She stares at me for a long moment before her lips curve into a soft smile. "Okay," she says sweetly. "But…um…can we go to my place tonight?"
"Why?"
"My fish is probably lonely."
"Did you just say that your fish is probably lonely?" I ask, grinning at her.