Page 61 of The Forever Formula
“You feel so good,” she said softly, kissing down my jaw and throat, around to the sensitive spot under my ear that she’d discovered years ago.
“Rachel, baby.” I moaned in reply, getting closer to the edge of losing my control.
My hips rocked, quickening the pace. She arched and moved into me, taking what she needed from me.
I needed to slow things down if this was going to last.
“More ... there,” she murmured.
She made the most fantastic sounds as she sought her pleasure, and I loved that I was the man giving it to her.Finally.
I picked up my pace, frantic, desperate, ready to come apart at the sight of her.
Rachel gasped and moaned, her body tensing and shaking. I could feel her clenching around me, and it was the final straw.
A few more firm thrusts, and I followed her right over the edge.
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WISHES
Rachel
“Happy turkey day,” Dottie said as she brandished her arms above her head triumphantly.
We all took one look at her and everyone cracked up. She was wearing a hat that was ... well ... a turkey, I guess.
“Where on earth did you get that?” Natalie asked with a chuckle.
“It’s awesome,” Logan said, walking around his grandma to take in the details. After all, the little legs of the turkey were wearing Santa hats.
“Where all good things come from, of course. The internet,” she said.
Noah walked over to her and planted a kiss on her cheek. “You look cute as a button.”
“Damn straight,” Dottie said. “Now, get Grammy a spiked cider.”
Noah shook his head as he walked to the bar counter in the kitchen.
“Me too,” I called after him, and he saluted me in confirmation. “What next?”
I turned to Austen, who was reading me the recipe for Grandma Dottie’s famous apple pie. We’d been tasked with the job, and so far, Austen was good for reading off the steps, so I’d take it.
“Lay crust over pan and gently press into pan,” he recited in an uninterested tone, as if he were sulking.
“Anything wrong?” I asked him for the second time that afternoon.
He sighed. “Nope.”
Austen was lying, I could tell, but about what, I had no idea.
His plan about leasing my grandfather’s land, well,myland now, had come to fruition. And his and Noah’s brewery business was really taking off. What he was upset about, I had no idea. It was Thanksgiving—a day to hang out with family, be happy and to eat a lot of turkey, of course.
Noah came over and handed me a glass of apple cider spiked with what smelled like whiskey. He planted a kiss on my cheek. I took a sip of the spicy warm liquid as Austen grumbled again.
“You two make me sick.”
“He’s just jealous. Ignore him.” Noah patted my bottom stealthily and sauntered back to the living room where he and Logan were preparing the Thanksgiving bingo game prizes.
