Sweetest Secret Read Online Lucy Darling

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Romance, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 31173 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 156(@200wpm)___ 125(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
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“Sweetheart, you’re killing me here.” I motion for one of the men to take the driver’s seat of my Land Rover as I get into the back seat with Emily in my lap. “Baby, listen. It's you. You’re who the rumor is about. I’m promised to you. My mom has been saying that shit forever.”

She slowly lifts her head. “It doesn’t matter. I don’t even belong in this world. I’m not a Score. I have no—”

I cut her off, covering her mouth with a kiss. It’s been too long since I tasted her, and I’m not going to let her spew that bullshit.

She moans into my mouth and clings to me tighter. I don’t know how long we kiss, but it’s long enough that we’re parked back out front of her family's estate, and the driver has left us for privacy.

“You know my mother couldn’t care less if you are a Score or not, Emily. She’d be hurt if she heard you say that.”

Her bottom lip trembles, knowing I’m right. “I know, it’s just a lot to take in. I have no clue who I am. Where I belong. I try to do everything right, and everything is wrong.”

“You’re not a Score.” I agree with her on that. “You’re a Silverstein, and where you belong is with me. As for who you are, that is something that comes in time and changes as life happens. Right now, who do you want to be?”

“Your wife,” she whispers.

“Then we go from there.”

“That simple?” She gives me a half smile.

“Yes, it’s that simple. If you let me, I’ll give you everything you could ever want. You don’t have to be perfect for me. You already are. I’ll always think you’re perfect.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” I lean in and kiss my girl. “It might have been rough getting us here, but we’re finally here, and that’s all that matters now.” She turns in my lap to straddle me.

“I like it a bit rough.” She smirks. There’s my girl.

“Emily.” I groan, grabbing her hips. Her family is inside waiting for us. “You took my virginity and then ghosted me. I’ve had blue balls for weeks.” Her pink lips that are still swollen from our kisses form a perfect O shape.

“No, you can’t—”

“I’m not a liar, and you know that. I told you I always wanted what my parents had. Now I get to have it.”

“If I give it to you,” she sasses.

“Oh, you’ll give it to me.” I pull her in closer so her pussy rubs against my cock. A small moan leaves her. “You’ll give me it all because you already own all of me.”

Epilogue

Emily

“Chase.” I whisper my husband's name.

“Babe, if you want to wake me up, sit on my face.” I start to giggle, but the next thing I know he grips my ass, pulling me up the bed. I grab the headboard as my knees straddle his face.

I let out a moan as Chase goes to town. I try to rock my hips, but I get a smack to the ass before he grips me so I can’t move an inch. Of course, I’m sitting on his face and he’s still in control. Though it’s the bedroom, so it’s his rules.

Chase's body knows my body all too well. He also knows how excited I am about today and why I was lying on top of him whispering his name to wake him up. His tongue does its magic, and in no time I’m orgasming. I throw my head back and cry out his name.

In my haze of pleasure, it takes me a moment to realize my husband has positioned me on all fours and thrust all the way inside of me. I glance over my shoulder at him. Chase licks his lips, tasting me still on him as he slides in and out of me.

His hand skims over my small baby bump, and between my legs his fingers find my clit. “Chase,” I moan, about to go off again already.

“I’m with you, sweetness.” He groans, thrusting fully inside of me before he stills. Warmth blooms throughout my body as his fingers take me over the edge again. My knees start to give out, but Chase’s arm wraps around my center to pull me into his side so that he’s spooning me from behind.

“You have to put the turkey in,” I remind him.

“I already put something in the oven.” I elbow him. He grunts pretending it actually hurts. “I’ll go put the turkey in. Do your thing.” He kisses me before slipping from the bed. He puts on some sweatpants in case he runs into any of our little ones. Everyone should still be asleep, but you never know.

I’m so excited that I’m hosting Thanksgiving this year. Grace did one, but normally Molly and I switch back and forth. I might be biased, but I think my home is the best for hosting. This place was built with a family in mind. The top floor has all the bedrooms. There are a total of seven, but if you stand in the center of the house on the first floor you can look up and see all the doors to the second-floor bedrooms.


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