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God, he was so demanding sometimes. I wondered if he was like that in bed.
I thought about something my dad said the other day: Luke Brooks had a heart the size of the Rockies. I was starting to think it was true, and I wondered why I didn’t notice it before.
Why was he stripping? Not that I was opposed. Not even a little bit. God, I was so weak.
Why didn’t he have any tan lines? Was he just naked-baking in the sun? A vision of a naked Brooks flashed through my mind. I couldn’t even chastise myself. I was shameless. Someone should sculpt this man, I thought.
every time there’s a mention of crinkles or wrinkles around his eyes when he smiles, I’m just imagining a suntanned cowboy with bits of freckles from sun exposure and those crinkles or wrinkles
The way he was looking at me made me want to stay right here, with my legs wrapped around his waist and his arms holding me to him, forever.
“You know, if you don’t like the road you’re on, you can always pave a new one.”
so far, it feels like the author has tried to make this book about ADHD representation, but I swear this is the second time it’s been mentioned, and this is 44% into the book
I felt Brooks’s thumb under the water make small circles on my ribcage. His touch was comforting.
“Emmy, I want you to know I’m happy you’re here.” He was looking at me that way again. Like I was the only person on the planet like I was the only thing that mattered. I could get drunk off that look.
He moved his hands from my waist and unwrapped my legs from around his. Damn, I thought.
At that moment, I made my decision. I was going to kiss this man. Today.
As we walked back to my truck, I couldn’t help but slide my fingers through Emmy’s. She intertwined her fingers with mine, and damn, I felt like I was floating. I wasn’t sure when we crossed the line that led to this being okay, but damn, I’m glad we had.
Emmy Ryder was just…more. She was more than anyone was, or than anyone would ever be. She was kind and brave. She was also so fucking beautiful.
“You’ve chickened out on kissing me twice, so I did it myself,”
“I want you to fuck me in this truck. Please.”
“That’s what you want, sugar? For me to fuck you out here in the open?”
Emmy laughed again. At a normal volume this time. I loved that sound.
“I’m going to punish you for that, sugar,” I said. “For what?” she asked sweetly. “For being a fucking cocktease while I’m on the phone.” “I can take it,” she responded
“Just for some additional clarification,” Teddy continued. “The ‘fuck me in this truck’ situation is a direct quote, yeah?” God, she was loving this. “I need to know so I can cite you when I write about this in my journal later.”
I am Teddy, Teddy is me
I ended up in my least worn-out pair of jeans and a plain black t-shirt. I spent thirty minutes agonizing, and this was what I came up with? Great.
ah, the simple decisions of a man coming up with his outfit
At that moment, the back slider opened, and in walked Emmy. It was a good thing I was still holding Riley because if I wasn’t, I probably would’ve dropped to my knees.
I wondered if there would ever be a time when she didn’t cause my heart to go from zero to one hundred in one second flat.
I got this weird feeling in my chest when she looked at me. Maybe I needed some fucking Tums or something.
“Nope. Brooks does a good job down there. They’re all taken care of.” It was a pretty basic compliment, but coming from Emmy, it felt like I just won a Nobel Prize.
She fit in my arms like she was made for them. I’d like to think she was.
I couldn’t believe the universe was so big, and I got placed on this random floating rock at the same time as Clementine Ryder.
Literally, the first thing I saw when I walked into the Big House was him holding my perfect niece in his giant arms. My ovaries didn’t stand a chance.
men caring for cute children, my heart will explode
“I can’t stay away from you anymore.” He took a step forward, grabbed both sides of my face, and kissed the hell out of me.
His tongue was in my mouth, taking and taking. I wanted him to take it all.
“Say that you’ll tell me if you change your mind.” His voice was firm. I loved it.
“Stop staring at my cock like that, sugar.” My eyes shot back up to Brooks. “L-like what?” “Like you want me to put you on your knees and shove it down your throat.”
“Feeling sensitive, sugar?” he asked. “A little,” I breathed. He answered by moving my panties to one side and pushing one of his fingers into me.
When he pulled away, he also pulled his fingers from me, and my body ached at the loss. He was hovering over me, looking directly into my eyes as he brought them to his mouth and sucked.
He pushed his fingers into me and pumped a few times. My back arched off the bed, and my body started to grind of its own accord, but he removed his fingers again. God, he was so frustrating. He wiped them over my lips before putting them in my mouth. “Suck,” he said. I did. I sucked myself off his skin like a mad woman. “Good girl.”
“Not worth my time?” He sounded…angry? “I don’t know what type of men you’ve been sleeping with, sugar, but devouring your perfect cunt is always going to be worth my time.”
“I’ll tell you what. If it’s okay with you, let me fuck you with my tongue for a few minutes, and if it isn’t doing anything for you, we’ll move on. Yeah?”
It was that thought, that Luke was turned on by the fact that he was bringing me pleasure, that sent me over the edge.
“My greedy girl came all over my tongue, and now she wants to come on my cock?”
“God, I can’t wait to fill you up,” he said huskily. I couldn’t wait for that either. I wanted to feel it. I wanted to feel him. “Please,” I begged. “I need it.”
“I could bury myself inside of you every second of every day and never get tired of it.”
The effect he had on me was almost embarrassing. I would beg for him as much as he wanted.
“Can I fuck you like this, baby?” “You can fuck me any way you want.” I was very serious about that.
“Yes, Luke. Oh, god. Yes,” I whimpered. “You like the way I fill you?” “Yes. Yes.”
He had a lazy smile on his face that made me want to jump his bones…again.
“Hide in the bathroom. Now,” I said to Luke as he was doing that little jump thing to get his jeans all the way on. Everything he did was hot.
“Before I go, I need something from you.” “What’s that?” I asked, secretly hoping it was something dirty. “My shirt.”
okay more adhd mention, I’m impressed bc the first time it’s mentioned is nearly 50% into the book
Three weeks ago, Luke Brooks was the one person I would’ve punched in the face on demand. But now, he’s telling me he cares about me, and the way he kisses me makes me feel like I’m floating, and I just don’t know how to deal with it.”
3rd mention!!
